Aloha from Hawaii.
Happy birthday to me!
Every girl should get to travel to Paradise for her birthday. Especially once she’s celebrated half a century living in a climate more suited to ducks and beavers than lazy sun cats.
Some of you will get those tongue-in-cheek references.
Today, I slept in. Or even if I didn’t, I woke up and flung open my window to suck in the tropical breeze. The shushing of waves against the shore lulled me into tranquility.
I could listen to that sound every second of every hour of every day from now until eternity.
And somehow there will be no sea in Heaven? It’s hard for this ocean-adoring girl to imagine.
I’ve been horseback riding on the largest cattle ranch in the US. Bet you didn’t realize it was in Hawaii, did you? You thought it was in Montana or Wyoming right?
Fresh pineapple and Kona coffee has graced my breakfast table. There’s been time to relax in the sun.
And I’m soaking up as much Vitamin D happiness as I can. (Sadly, you can’t store Vitamin D. That’s why you need 15 minutes of unprotected sun exposure daily to replenish it.)
Tonight, I’m going out to dinner with half my kids.
I won’t be doing this lobster thing again.
I’m not sure what I’ll be eating. But I’ll be saving room for dessert. I’m thinking chocolate. Dark, dark, chocolate.
Happy birthday from Hawaii.
If I don’t see you before then, Merry Christmas.