We had expected to be on our way to Nassau today, but the wind is up and would be on the nose for 30+ miles. So we sit, Adam will change his plane reservations, and we will be up and gone early tomorrow when it actually looks like we will be able to sail the whole way!!! We've had a great visit with Adam; he has gotten a bit of an island tan and has done a lot of snorkeling, and we've laughed and argued and done the normal family stuff. How come we are only a few years older than we were when he was born--and how did he get to be a grown young man? Where does the time go?