Nate and I were blessed to have a little "get away" last week. Several months ago, a company sent him a brochure about a conference they were hosting at the Atlantis resort on Paradise Island of the Bahamas. And he decided he wanted to go. It was a very fun and incredibly relaxing trip. My mom flew out (THANKS MOM!) and stayed with the kiddos for the week. I'm pretty sure that it was great for all of them. Clay even had to take a living show-and-tell (grandma) on Tuesday after we got back. He told some pretty random things about her: how Uncle Andrew's car used to be hers, but he's the youngest and needed the car; how she let them play the x-box when they were done with all their chores; how he likes to play at her house because she has a huge Rescue Heroes ship that they can play with when they go there; but the very cutest thing was at the end, and the teacher asked if there was anything else, he wrapped his arms around her and said, "and I love her." It was just so sweet I wanted to giggle. They made bracelets, turkeys out of cookies, and chocolate butterflies for Vanessa's cupcakes. It sounds like they had fun. I think they needed a break from me just as much as I needed a little break.
Nate, cruising down this insane slide that tunnels through a pool of sharks. Funny thing is that you go too fast to actually see any of them.
Lovely beaches Lonely palm tree
Even more lovely beaches
Amazing aquariums
Unique cultural experience at the Fish Fry. The rats were much bigger than the fish, but the fries were surely bigger than the cockroaches.
Beauty
The t-shirt says it all. Many people in the Bahamas sported t-shirts declaring their support of the newly elected American President. According to one fellow we talked to, he is the man who will create peaceful resolutions and cure the ailing US economy, on which the Bahaman economy depends for its own well being {tourism}. I really hope they're right. 
Atlantis Resort

Morning walk on the beach. Quiet. Peaceful. Salty ocean air blowing through my hair. Ocean waves teasing my toes. Rhythmic pounding of the waves against the shore. What is there not to love?






