*Shelby*

I bent down to scoop up the last of the toddler's sand toys, the warm sand clinging to my fingers, slipping each one into my oversized beach bag.

“I’m getting sleepy,” Amelia said with a yawn. I smiled and started brushing some of the sand off her chubby toddler feet, before scoping her up in my arms.

Thomas reached up to me and I bent down and grabbed him in my other arm. I couldn't help but marvel at my own strength. ...