I love Hilton Head.
I love the riotous flowers and gothically draping Spanish moss ... the twang of southern accents ... glimpses of dolphins at play ... gentle waves and smooth, broad beaches ... days spent swimming and splashing ... dinners eaten outside at Shelter Cove ... too-sweet-but-still-yummy s'mores ... hitching rides on golf carts ... shorts in October ... low country marshes and birds and critters ... bright red rocking chairs at Harbour Place ... ice cream cones from The Cinnamon Bear Country Market ... boats bobbing in calm waters.
Most of all I love holding my sweet little guy, fresh from his bath, eyes at half- mast after his day of laughing and playing with his Daddy, and his Nana and Pop-pop.
I do so cherish this place and these people.