We are finally back in Hawaii after an arduous but somewhat tolerable trip on the plane, we are home. We've been resting. My daughter's skin that was constantly red, flaky and dry has magically turned back to one color, smooth, and healthy looking. My kids are no longer fighting me when I dress them, no more layers. It's back to shorts, crocs, and easy peezy wear. It's back to sun and being in temperature that feels just perfect for the human body. With all that said, to be honest I was pretty sad to come back. Don't get me wrong. I was dying for some sun and warmth but as we were getting ready to head back to Hawaii I realized I felt like it was too soon.
In previous trips back home we would spend so much quality time with close friends and family. Joe and I would be able to kick back and relax some nights while our parents would watch the kids. We would go to the City, have fun, meet with friends, reminisce, catch up, laugh, and eat. We would head back to Hawaii, renewed, refreshed, and ready to take on the world with two kids in tow. We didn't quite get our fill of such things because our circumstances were different this trip. However we did have a great trip and it was satisfying in a different way and it made it really hard to come back.
It made me realize, now that our kids a bit older, and more aware of everything around them, vacation is no longer for us. Its about our kids. Its about our kids seeing their aunts/uncles/cousins and grandparents. It's about our kids knowing that we traveled so far and went through so much to be around these people because they are very special. Its about re-experiencing things through the eyes of our children. Things like seeing my son's eye widen at the sight of snow after getting off the plane, and asking "Is that snow??" I realized that his most recent and only reference to snow is when he watched the movie Frozen. He would point to the snow and ask "Frozen? Did Elsa make it? Where's the snowman? Can I touch it?? Is it an ice boulder (referencing the snow monster in the movie)?" He enjoyed playing in the snow with his grandmother, who supplied a full snow outfit. Watching him play and interact with his cousins and playing the part of older cousin, filled my heart with so much pride. Seeing my daughter shower her cousins with love and hugs made the trip unforgettable.
We lucked out on this trip. We got to be there for our nephew's first birthday (my husband's sister's son) and got to be there for our other nephew's 100 day (my brother's son). Despite the snow, the fatigue, and all the things that made this trip weary, to be able to be there for those special moments, that come only once in a baby's life made it all worth it. Through this trip, our kids know of their cousins, their aunts, uncles, and grandparents not as mere holiday picture cards, or fuzzy facetime images, but as real people that love and care for them, as people that they have hugged, kissed, laughed, and played with, people who showered them with gifts, as kin that prove that being parted my a continent and an ocean, is no match for the bond of love and family. Here are some pictures of our trip!