That first morning in Hawaii is a moment that one never forgets no matter how many times you’ve visited the islands. Jetlag forces you to wake up in darkness, and we wait for what feels like eternity for the first sign of the dimmest light when we make our way to the beach, not able to see anything but the darkest shapes. The first sunrise is always a thrill. The girls now know this too. You watch your surroundings become slowly illuminated until you realize where you are. Is it a dream?
We planned this trip a year and a half ago and the girls had been waiting patiently since. Though we used to go a bit more frequently, Mark and I hadn’t been back to Hawaii in 13 years when we got married there in 2002. We always stay on the same beach in Kailua. There isn’t a lack of beautiful beaches on Oahu, but we love the wide expanse of sand that stretches for miles here.
Now that we’re back and fully in the swing of things at home, Hawaii really does seem like it was a dream. A lot of memories were made in those 2 weeks – some of which I’ll share in photos here – but nothing quite compares to the experience of that first sunrise. More soon.