*Lauren*

As I walked up the hill and looked toward the spot my dad told me to meet them for lunch, I spotted him, bustling around with a red and white picnic blanket. He set it up just outside the treeline, in the grass not too far away from the dock. His hair was everywhere from the wind and he looked slightly out of breath, but happy.

He’d been going on and on about a surprise he had for Shelby, the twins, and me. I wasn’t expecting a picnic, that’s for sure. Dad was ...