Each summer, Daddy and I drive across the Bay Bridge to eat Maryland crabs at our favorite crab shack. You hated the hour-plus drive over there and back, but you had a ball at the restaurant.
You're too young to eat shellfish, so you didn't get to try crabs, but you did enjoy some flounder, french fries with ketchup, and salad with dressing.
We enjoyed strolling the dock after dinner and admiring the views.
Your onesie with a little crab on it was a perfect outfit choice, for many reasons.
Next summer, Lord willing, you'll be eating crabs with us.
Love you, Sweetie!
Mommy
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