The Inspiration

Some of the most important moments in my short life story can be earmarked with a skinny dip.  The day I realized I'd found a best friend: we skinny dipped in the river on a warm June afternoon.  The day my heart fluttered for my future husband: we swam under the stars on a warm summer night.  The day before I married the man: I jumped into the cool waters with at least a dozen cousins.  The evening I realized my mom was young at heart still: we dunked our bodies into cleansing cool waters and giggled like young girls when we came up for air.  The months before the birth of my son: I floated, light as a feather for the first time in months, in the salty waters of St. Lucia.  The months before the birth of my beautiful daughter:  I ran across the air strip and plunged in the cool Montana mountain waters, big belly gleaming in the sun.

And it is becoming a tradition:  on a yearly basis when all the family members migrate from across the country for our annual family reunion, we girls- knowing full well the importance of a dip with dear women- brave the cold waters and never regret it.  It stirs the blood inside of us and amplifies any joy that comes from sharing a beer around a campfire or stomping our feet across the dance floor at the Dirty Shame Saloon.

Gals need a dip from time to time.  They're cleansing in more ways than one.  

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