My husband and I are in Hawaii right now, on the beautiful island of Maui, letting the sun seep into our winter-weary pores.
The last time we took a trip, just the two of us, was eight years ago. Three kids ago. Feels like a lifetime.
We are sleeping as long as we feel like, eating whatever we want, digging our toes in the sand and checking out tropical fish with our snorkels. I feel like my whole being is giving a week-long sigh of relief.
The other day we took a drive along the north side of the island where only a one-lane bumpy road weaves along the cliffs on the shore. We stopped for a moment and got out to enjoy the breathtaking scenery. I saw a whale jump out of the ocean, I heard the waves crash against the rocks, I saw the grasses swaying in the wind, I felt the warm sun on my back, and the goosebumps rise on my arms from the breeze. It was perfect.
I cannot adequately express my gratitude to my parents who flew in from the prairies to watch our three kids for a week, making this trip possible. We are blessed indeed.