Frolicking at the beach in the height of the sun and by the light of the moon.
Taking countless bike and scooter rides. (My Sister's Mister is quite impressive pulling that load of littles behind him. He must have had the whole beach in stitches with his weaving and wheel-popping.)
Running, belly laughing and haviing a rollicking good time at the spraying sidewalk.
And then running some more (we have to get the energy out some how), as fast and as far as we can in the great green grassy bowl at Alys Beach.
A far cry from the days of sipping on a fruity cocktail with Honey in some exotic location. But so much better on so many different levels. Off to the beach...