“Now boarding Group 4”, said the stewardess over the intercom.
“Here are go kids.” I excitedly exclaimed. I flung our carry-on bags, a diaper bag, and the laptop over my shoulders, while quickly shoveling two kids to make our way onto the plane. It was a good flight; check-in was pie, we had an easy layover, I seamlessly navigated around the Dallas Airport –on my own, thankyouverymuch-- and for the most part William was a mellow toddler. I couldn’t have asked for a better flight experience, except for the woman who was yelling and filing a complaint with the flight attendant because they switched her seat with William’s so I could sit beside my two year old, and yet American Air wouldn’t seat my nine year old with me, but did I yell and throw a fit? No… but that’s another story for another time.
As soon as we hit Hawaiian soil, my mom greeted us with fresh leis made from a tree in her front yard. The smell of plumeria filled air, the sky was vibrant blue, and the foliage was lush-- I know this trip is going to be a dream and just what we need to recharge our batteries.
As the sun began to dip, it transformed the sky into the perfect shade of pink, causing a magnetic force that drove us closer to the water. We piled in my mom’s car and hightailed it to Ana Moana –and when I say “hightailed it”, I really mean 20 mph because it’s bumper to bumper in Honolulu.
When we pulled into the Marina, I’m pretty sure I died right then and there because the view was nothing short of heaven. There were hundreds of boats, crystal clear water, white sand, palm trees, and glistening city lights. And to top that off, in the background there were sounds of beating drums and people cheering surrounded by burning tiki light from a luau off in the dark distance.
And now here we are, our very first sunset in Hawaii.
I will be back later this week with a post about Krysta’s dance recital.