Timothy and I ran down the beach as fast as our little toddler legs could carry us. When we reached a huge rock that laid partly on the beach and partly in the ocean, Timothy shouted, "Stop Rachel!" I stopped and looked at him questioningly. "Come on I gotta show you something!" We scaled the huge rock together and when we got to the top he said, "Look at all the tide pools." I looked down at all of them and saw little crevices in the rock filled with beautiful clear water. I smiled and said, "It's so pretty!" Timothy grinned, "Someday we're going to get married here you know." I bit my lip shyly. "Why do you want to marry me?" I asked. "Because you're not yucky like the other girls are." He responded. I snorted, "But you're yucky!" I shouted and then pushed him playfully. We hopped back on to the beach and he chased me until we both fell down into the sand breathless with laughter.