I remember being young and going to the beach. We lived in Southern California, so visiting the beach was something we got to do with fair regularity. I loved digging my toes in the sand, looking for shells and other treasures, running in and out of the waves and listening to the voice of the water as it crashed onto the beach. The ocean was this immense, blue frontier...a wondrous world with secrets to uncover. 

Watching my son at the beach in Hawaii, I was struck with these memories of my own childhood, and for a moment I was 5 years old again, grabbing handfuls of wet sand and tossing them in the ocean to see the splash, and laughing while testing the cool water with my toes for the first time. Ah, to be young again.

Please go over and check out fellow mother, Jessica D., on her blog: http://yeahshesnaps.zenfolio.com/blog/2015/4/-tw-eenagers