Who knew that a forty-eight hour visit to Beesley's Point, NJ could hold nearly all of my favorite things: Family. My best friend. Her birthday. Clams we dug up ourselves. The bay (opposite the ocean). And also Bay (the dog). Sunrises. Sunsets. Wet suits. Baby's butt (and hands, feet, and toes, etc...). Sunshine. Indoor/Outdoor showers. Rum punch. Late night convos. The moon. White wine. Sea birds. Wildlife. A vintage airstream. The magic hour. Laughter. And tons of love.