For this week’s You Are My Wild I stole one more moment from the last bit of our spring break at the beach. An evening romp in the surf when we set Cleo free to run, and I realized Willa was nearly as wild and untamed. Where stringy, blonde highlights curled around the girls frosty red cheeks, and sweet sister smiles and kisses crossed the over the line into silly. Where despite my numb fingers from the chilly air, and fear of hypothermia, the three girls thought nothing of getting drenched in the ocean. Anything for the sea.