I've returned to a house I haven't been to in two years, and even then I only spent one week. It's odd how familiar something can be despite the brief time spent and the long time away.

But the differences already shine bright. My son is walking and talking, and he did neither two years ago. We walked on the beach together, chasing some baby seagulls, and then dipped our feet in the ocean. My daughter danced and leaped over waves with her cousin with the fullness of joy beaming in her face and smile. My wife and I shared the humbling awareness of how fast she will grow up.

I'm ready for this week, to learn and experience new things as a parent, husband, and relative to the others sharing this house. I can't wait to jump on our bikes and ride together, to explore this island on my own, and to drink in deep the view of our kids playing and laughing and living fully.

A couple weeks ago, I had time away with my wife that we both desperately needed. This week is definitely one for the family. Time for some fun.