When we were little baby 26-year olds, Derek and I ventured to the island paradise of Maui for our honeymoon. This was back in 2005 before the days of smart phones and Pinterest and pumpkin spice lattes. The dark ages.
We always said we’d go back for our 10th anniversary and whaddyouyaknow? We pulled it off.
Things were obviously much more complicated this time around. We didn’t even own a house the last time we went there. Or a dog. Or really anything.
This time it took a symphony of many people, rearranged schedules and a 4-page Word document so my parents could run the orchestra – and get the kids to school clean, fed and happy – all on time. We owe them big. I think they’re STILL tired.
The view from our hotel room. The poor, 26-year old versions of us from 10 years ago could only afford a partial ocean view so we decided an upgrade was in order this time around. Hours were spent on this balcony just looking at the ocean whilst drinking some local beer.
Ten years ago we discovered a hidden black sand beach along the infamous Hana Highway. We had a general idea of where it was, but we considered ourselves incredibly lucky to find it once again. We were the only two people on this amazing beach while the Pacific Ocean roared cold and angry at our feet. It was amazing. We just kept looking at each other in disbelief. And then it started POURING. There’s a metaphor for marriage in there somewhere.
I believe during our last trip to Maui we rented a Geo Metro. I’m not even kidding. The rental car place talked us into upgrading to a Pontiac and we wisely agreed. This time, we again decided to go big or go home. And we did not want to go home. So we rented a convertible! A bitchin, Camaro convertible. We felt really cool. See above.
Before we knew it, the week was up and it was time to head home. Words cannot express how much I missed these two. I felt it in every ounce of my body. I ached to squeeze their cheeks, to see their smiles and to comb their hair and make their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
But the time away with my husband of 10 years was invaluable. We forgot what it was like to have uninterrupted conversations, to leisurely lay in bed in no rush to get up and get the day started, to stop off for a beer whenever the mood strikes us. It was glorious. My goal for the next 10 years is to remember that feeling of joy, love and happiness and incorporate it regularly into our everyday, hectic, crazy life.
Happy anniversary, babe. Thanks for making all my dreams come true. I love you.