{Image: Elgarboart on Etsy}

The year I fell pregnant with my Little Man was the year I had intended learning how to surf.

Nine months later – after 5 months of throwing up; a fall down some stairs; the diabetes, high blood pressure and the bed rest – he arrived and I forgot that dream.

Then we moved to the top of a mountain and the ocean became far, far away.

This picture re-ignites that dream… and I think that the Little Man is old enough to come join me.

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