He grew up with salt in his hair and sun on his shoulders, spending summer days at Good Harbor Beach in Massachusetts, where the tide rolled out endlessly and time slowed to savor it. She grew up farther north, where family vacations in Ogunquit, Maine, meant morning walks on the beach, evening strolls along Marginal Way, ocean air, and La Pizzeria pizza after sunset. They didn’t know it then, but the same coastline was quietly shaping both of their stories. Years later, together, they wandered Stage Fort Park in Gloucester and found a hidden place that felt like it belonged only to them: Half Moon Beach. The waves were softer, the world quieter. It felt like stepping outside of time, like the place where something meaningful begins. And so, it did. Drawn back to the ocean that raised them both, they chose this spot, their escape, as the place where their lives together would begin.