There are only 24 hours in the day, and I need at least 8 of them for sleep. Otherwise I’m a grumpy bump the next day.

My son just had his first birthday this last week, and I’ve reflected back on the last 12 months, and constantly wonder where the time has gone.

We spent 8 days in Costa Rica in early January, and took the kid and two sets of grandparents with us. Never in my life has a vacation been so… un-relaxing. Constantly chasing the boy, changing diapers, giving a bottle, shoveling Gerber jars.

And I’d do it all over in a heartbeat.

I’ve got hundreds of pictures of my son dipping his feet into the sand on the beach for the first time, his first trip to the pool, and even pictures chasing iguanas and monkeys.

To be sure, I need more than 24 hours in a day to get stuff done. But I’ll never trade in my time at the beach with my son.

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