March 30

With a week of Spring Break ahead of us, we got up before the sun this morning and headed to the airport. Destination: Kaua'i. The trip was (thankfully) an uneventful one that happened to include one of Abby's friends (whose family happened to share the same flight) and a pair of windowless window seats, which generated the usual chicanery from said-daughter of mine. And then at the end of the five'ish hours of air time, Adam's parents were there to pick us up from Lihue as planned. We then spent a lazy afternoon lunching at the club and spending time at the pool and playing croquet (and walking and visiting the fitness center, if you were me. But yes: even non-water loving me got in the pool. And a hot tub. For a very, very short period of time. When in Rome, after all...).

Then after a lovely taco dinner prepared by Abby and Adam's mom, there were smores for some of us and then the boys asked to go to bed (which is always a shocker when it happens because they're constantly in go-mode these days).

It was, all in all, a very pleasant reintroduction to island life and a very pleasant day. But I want to draw attention to one of the pics in particular, which features me wearing a shirt that reads "love where you are". It's not the best shade of green, but I really like the message so I wear it as often as I can. Of course it's easy to love being on Kaua'i because it's Hawaii and this little slice of land in the Pacific is gorgeous and calming and quiet and amazing. But it's important to try to love where we are no matter where we may be, because if we're not doing that, we're probably missing out on pretty big blessings.

Aloha!