Aloha nui loa
I hadn’t seen my sister for 860 days. So when I got my job in Bali, I knew I wanted to fly from my corner of the Pacific to hers. (Admittedly, I was ignorant at just exactly how far apart our islands are. It is just as far from Bali to Hawai’i as it is from Egypt to Minnesota.)
I am so lucky that my holiday break allowed for 18 days of family time. Days watching scooter and skateboard tricks. Days solving puzzle after puzzle (and after awhile, only the same Scooby puzzle). Days building Legos, learning about Minecraft, snuggling. Days smothering these boys with love.
We also spent some time checking out Oahu’s finest locales. A few hikes, a few waterfalls, a few orders of shaved ice. I’m a convert — Hawaiians serve shaved ice with a scoop of ice cream in the bottom. Yum yum.
I left with my heart bursting. I loved watching Ellen and Andy parent, loved random hugs from the boys, loved my time with my sister. It was a merry Christmas indeed.