and I apologize to my sister
who was the cause of our whole trip together (thanks, derm conference!)
because I never could remember to carry the camera
to capture our dinners overlooking the ocean
or the waves we jumped in
(you can't photograph the wind that froze our wet skin to shivers)
or the conference banquet with a table full of friends
or our grand snorkel adventure right in front of our hotel on our final day, which was almost as good as my expensive tour
followed by ride after ride down the two small hotel waterslides
(all to ourselves at 9:30 am)
or my sister's heroics as she played with the young children of her fellow dermatologist doctor whose husband had to return Stateside for a medical emergency
And many thanks to my husband, who heard my sister's words "anybody want to go with me to Hawaii?" and started checking airfares for me, eventually getting me onto my sister's very flight, while he stayed home coughing with sick kids ("Don't worry," he assures me when I dithered about whether I should really take off. "I'm related to my mother. I'm tough!). And to my parents, especially mom, who put in lots of kid duty so I could really be gone.
So glad to go.
So glad to be back.
