The seahorse is taken from the crest of my memaw's beach club. Whenever I saw the seahorses, I knew I was almost there...still the drive down ponte vedra boulevard seemed like a million miles. Anticipation always built as we approached. My breath would catch as we would pass the club, 3 more houses down on the left and there it was- the cottage by the sea. The greeting was always the same- a hug with an air-kiss and a "hello darling." She was simply devine.
How I loved my memaw.
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