Giving her grandad a few pointers on surfing.
I’m told he’s working on making her a Riley-sized surfboard for when she’s old enough to learn.
He loved watching how fearless she was in the water, even though the waves would occasionally go over her head.
And even more the tight cuddle he received as he carried her back down the beach.
His grandaughter. The only person on God’s green earth that would get him to a beach without a surfboard under his arm.


My name is Zoey. 


























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