T's parents took the whole family to Hawaii for a week to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary. Most of the family arrived in HI on Thursday, but T and I didn't get there until Saturday afternoon. As soon as we got there, we started to relax. It was almost as if our bodies could already feel the waves rocking us back and forth on the water, lulling us into a soft sense of loveliness. It was my first time going to Hawaii; we stayed on the south shore of Kauai, right on Poipu Beach.
In fact, after just a few days there, swimming every morning, lunching, and swimming some more, I found that if I sat still, I was still being rocked by the waves. Back and forth, up and down. So peaceful. I woke in the mornings to the sound of the waves breaking on the shore, perfectly in time with Taylor's breathing, who slept contentedly on my shoulder.
If there's one thing I take away from Hawaii, that could summarize my whole experience, it's that the ocean is a magical thing that sets the rhythm and pace of life there. I understand, now, why T wants to be close to the ocean. It's so easy to feel little in front of it. It's big and mysterious and calming and magnificent.
Our week in HI was full and relaxing and wonderful. We went hiking and swimming and touring and shopping and eating and beer tasting. In summary, I'd have to say that I would go back, but I was also glad to get back home. I truly loved it, but it's hard to think of Thanksgiving and Christmas when it's 85 and sunny and beachy outside :)
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