Twirling in Sunset

We have finally arrived!

All year we have talked about getting away. We have talked to friends over dinners of our elaborate plans involving months away in Europe or the Tropics... me taking cooking lessons in Paris. Mr. Urban making his way across France reading books and tasting wines. Our Girl picking up foreign languages and cultures, poised and pleasant after long plane rides.

That had been the plan, but life had plans of its very own for us. Plans that left us utterly incapable of making one more plan! When the time came to plan a get away, we thought about what is the easiest, most relaxing, and least maintenance ticket out of town....

Three clicks later, we ended up at our favorite resort in Maui.

The days are unstructured and truly relaxing. Swimming. Lounging. Kayaking. Lounging. Long Breakfasts. Taking the time to lather on generous amounts of coconut moisturizer. Playing on the sand. Sipping tropical juices on ice while lounging. Having picnic lunches on our balcony over looking the ocean... not knowing if it is even lunch time.... Meeting up for leisurely dinners with friends that happen to be staying here at the same time we are.

And while our girl and I have been completely faithful to our relaxation only plan, Mr. Urban has been a busybody. Each time we lounge, we nap, we water-color, we read a Leo Lionni book, he disappears for a run, tries a new water sport, runs down to the spa. He has been feverishly reading a book by Steve Martin. And in down times, in between acts at the Luau or the rare moment lounging at the beach, he has been testing friends' latest technologies on his iPhone... He is invigorated and looking at his beaming face I feel all my muscles relax even more.

This morning we came face to face in the ocean with giant, peaceful, beautiful turtles. Being so close to this blue ocean, these lovely tropical plants and flowers, this creamy sand, the simple smell of salty moisture in air, and almost religiously observing of the colors in the sky during sunrises and sunsets makes me feel thankful and blessed. I asked the Urban girl if she would promise to remember always her time at the ocean with her mommy and daddy, when she wasn't yet Four. She said she would.

Urban Girl: " Daddy I will get married at this church when I am bigger". Daddy "Oh Silly, We're Never Letting You Go! Now Let's Twirl Some More...."

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