“I love it. Sharks and sandcastles.” I kiss him on the cheek. “It's perfect.”
“You're perfect,” he says, putting his hand on my cheek.
“We're perfect,” I correct him. He nods and brings his lips to mine. We kiss in front of our sandcastle, and I see the flash from the photographer's camera. I'm glad this picture will be mine forever. We are in love, and now we have a picture to hang in our home of sandcastle kisses.