We cashed in 150,000 hard earned frequent flyer miles, reluctantly ditched the kiddos and headed to Kauai to celebrate our 10th anniversary.After 6 some hours of panic (I am not a good flyer and was irrationally convinced that our plane was going to crash) I was so happy to see this glorious island.
It was so amazing to be together, just us, like honeymooners. (Well, as honeymoon-ish as a 7-months pregnant lady can be.)
We watched unreal sunsets and wished we were on this sailboat.
For future reference: Havianas + pregnancy + slippery rocks do not equal smart hiking shoes.
Jason played Tarzan. I played photographer. Glad he survived.
Once again: Havianas + pregnancy + crazy trail through a sugar cane field do not equal good hiking shoes.
I sent Jason ziplining while I laid by the pool wasting brain cells as I read 1,383 pages of co-dependant, dysfunctional, teenage vampire garbage. (Sorry Twilight fans. I just don't get it. No judging.)
Played tourists and went to a fun luau. All we got were arty pictures. (No flashes allowed.)
Witnessed thousands of examples that our creative Lord designed this beautiful place.
Swam and snorkeled in warm, crystal clear water. Was glad I didn't get attacked by Nemo. Still dealing with my fish phobia.
Drank can after can of the most glorious beverage ever made. Tried to sneak one on the plane. Got busted by airport security. Tragic.
Couldn't believe how fast the past ten years have gone by. Flew back home excited to see the kids who survived just fine without us. So good in fact that my Mom was able to potty train Lucy while we were gone. Best homecoming gift ever. A two month reprieve from diaper duty. Possibly even better than a week on a tropical island.