Nick's brother and sister-in-law, who don't usually embrace on the beach in matching clothes, hence why they needed direction.
Nick visited his mom and stepdad in Florida last week, which means I got lots of picture and text messages documenting (affectionately) how strange it is sometimes to visit your parents. The chain restaurants, the board games, figuring out what to do for the four hours between everyone else going to bed and you getting tired.
His mom signed them up to get family beach portraits, which are those ubiquitous vacation photos where everyone wears white Oxfords and khakis and kneels in the sand, all stifled and tense in their "casual" poses. I sort of feel bad because, in my family, this idea would have never even gotten off the ground. I can just hear my mom trying to suggest it, and the three of us getting in our simultaneous 'no's before she could even finish. We're just awful. Maybe when/if the three of us start having babies, there can be costumed beach pictures. But just of the babies.
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