Together, apart

Two weeks away began without reservation and with unprecedented hospitality plus a sunrise hike that brought a double rainbow. We survived a six hour time change and celebrated three March birthdays in Hawaii - spending blown out candle wishes on new Lego sets and whale sightings and safe Hana driving, and also on global health and political pluck. While not oblivious, we were mostly pleasantly distracted.
Home again, we're swimming in as many feelings as there may be fish in the pacific.

We were mostly disconnected, blissfully devouring frozen treats and tipping kayaks under a low slung sun. Our phones pinged with travel restrictions and curve-flattening efforts, but we are only now beginning to catch up on news and sentiment here, a drastic shift to a disorienting dichotomy. Like Welcome home to a place you've never been.

I am not quite sure what to do but unpack souvenirs and record memories, hug the boys and wash my hands and feel astonished, over and over again, at all the world can hold.