There is this little unique section of the cape that time has not changed. Where the sound of children’s laughter reigns and summer friends catch up. As the sun starts it’s descent they meet up on the beach and enjoy a cocktail and a story. They have watched each other’s children grow, celebrate successes, and held hands through loss. I swear my mom’s laughter can still be heard, it is carried in on the tides and embraces all. How lucky am I to be able to continue to share these memories with my sisters and make new ones with my own children. If history proves anything, then I am willing…