Like sand through an hourglass, so are the seasons of our lives:)...

I spent one semester in college as a summer’s visiting student at BYU Hawaii. It was bliss. 5% of my time was spent in the books, and the other 95% was spent hiking the Hawaiian hills or at the beach. It was by far the best summer of my single life.

I would say this Bahamas sabbatical in the sand is just as good, if not better. I feel much more fulfilled at this point in my life as a mother and wifey. But because I am toting a tot there are a few ways it's different from my Laie days...

1) Every time we visit the beach we bring half of it back with us. Thanks to all the sand we track in, the broom is my new best friend.

2) Beach bags take five times as long to pack...Call me Mary Poppins with everything I have to throw in my purse...diapers, bottles, snacks, 2 different kinds of spf, hats, towels, toys, I could go on forever baby.

3) As sure as the sea tides... we rise early with the retirees. We never see the sun during nap time (1-3), and we have yet to stay out to see the 9 pm Bahamian band down the street. I'm happily growing accustomed to a slower paced schedule.

4) Laying on a towel in a two piece has been replaced with playing with squirt guns in the shallow end.

5) I get to run around with a hot hubby and a little lifeguard who are loads cuter than any surfer dudes from the North Shore.

So to my single sistah's who are all going to Spain this summer (Lindsey, Carolyn, Savannah, and friends). Live it up, laying out, working on your tan, and barreling through those beach books. All seasons of life are sublime just remember to enjoy your towel time;)

Watersliding at the Wyndham hotel down the road. Just the right speed for an adrenalin junkie like James.

My favorite shade of polish for the summer. I am calling it Gwen Stefani Strawberry.

Apparently my son needed some rum...or at least a cold one. He insisted on sitting at the bar and flirting with the nice bartender. She didn't seem to mind and even hooked him up with a free mango mixer.

Someday when James tell us, "mom and dad, you never take me anywhere!"...I will just send him to the bloggidy blog about the Bahamas and that he lived like a king during his diaper days. Thank you, dear camera for capturing James's memories that seem to be as fleeting as the fluffy white clouds over our beach (and kindly leaving out the mistakes I make daily as a mommy) XOXO, Jess