On Saturday morning, Matthew and I woke up bright and early to walk to the beach to watch the sunrise over the Atlantic's crashing waves. We were all huddled up under our Tidewatch blanket. We were talking about how much fun our vacation had been, when he pointed to a rock to my right. 'What does that say?, he asked me. I leaned forward to get a better look...and this is what I read:
For anyone who knows Matthew, you know that this is the most perfect way he could have possibly asked me. He is such a kid at heart, and that is why I love him.