Every year we try to spend a week in Hawaii. It’s our happy place – where we come to relax, to celebrate, to remember how lucky we are in this great big world. It’s simple and easy and … just good.
This week has been no different. And tonight, on our last night, we took a family walk to the little mall on the boardwalk to get some ice cream. It wasn’t far, but anyone with a preschooler and a toddler will tell you that even a kilometer can feel like a marathon (and can take nearly as long).
We had barely gotten started when Peanut decided she wanted to in fact push the stroller instead of being the passenger. And in her persuasive (read: high pitched shrieking) way, we gave in and let her figure out she had had the plum end of the bargain in the first place.
Bug continued to skip along the path, undeterred and uninterested in details like making sure her little sister was still part of our posse.
I’m sure J and I had mildly exasperated looks on our faces but I looked up to see an older couples passing by us. They had that “aww – isn’t that darling” look on their faces.
I was inclined to shoot back a “they’re cute when they’re a passing sideshow” look but then I realized, their look also had a good amount of wistfulness and nostalgia. Like “remember when our kids were that age and pulling that shit.”
That’s when it hit me – this is the magic. The moments I’ll remember. The nonsense that comes back as nostalgia.
It was in these strangers eyes that I saw my good fortune reflected back to me.
I am so incredibly lucky. To have these healthy, protesting, independent buggers. To have this vacation. To have this life.
And as Peanut finally finished pulling the stroller the whole way there, pride burst past the frustration. Here are these beautiful, strong and strong willed girls just doing their thing.
It was time for ice cream.