Seems like we only get Miss M to the beach once a year for an hour or so.  She’ll have such a different childhood than her Florida-born-and-raised parents.  I pictured her running around in the sand and chasing the waves this year, but she really just wanted to be held.  After a while we got her to stand on her own and to go for a walk up and down the beach with us each holding a hand.  If we let go, she got upset until we took her hand again.  Not quite the beach trip I imagined, but it was nice to get a little sun-kissed.