Yes, our bags are packed and I am gazing for one last time out at the beach. We are all sad to go. I need more time! We need a few more days playing in the surf, soaking up the sun, and digging in the sand. I was only able to hit one mall and we never made it to Waikiki at all.

This can only mean on thing. Next time, I’m coming for three weeks! Yes, that’s the answer! Surely three weeks would be ample time to do all this.

Of course, if I wanted to play it really safe, I could just move here….. Hmmmm. The kids would come no problem. Kevin? Well, I’m sure lots of people maintain long distance marriages, right? He could just send us money each week to fund our beach adventures. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.

I can’t believe I have to leave. Sigh.