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We get down to the pool and Rose attempts to put on her float by herself. I help her put it on but tell her to wait until I get into the pool. She sits on the groan and slips of her sandals, while throwing her towel next to them. I roll my eyes at my daughter's eagerness before I slip off my sandals and cover up. Nicola is setting his towel and phone down on a chair next to me.

"Are you ready baby girl?" I ask Rose as she stands up.

"Wets go momma!" Rose smiles as she grabs my arms and takes me to the steps. She leads me int