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04 Apr

So, Rory and I decided to move here to Hawai'i long before we actually did. We knew in our hearts we wanted to be here. And then it happened. And here we are and it is awesome. I mean, we miss our family and our friends like mad. Truly. That was the hardest part moving here, leaving them. But we decided to take a leap and try it out. And we love it. 

With both Rory's and my job, there's a lot of travel. There are a lot of long days, overnights, and "who goes this week? Oh right, yours requested you first, you go." And we've got it. He and I are good juggling it all when we need to. Because most days, neither one of us has to juggle it all. We are, all three of us, together mostly always. And that is how we love it. And normally, it is just fine. No worries. We've got it. 

But sometimes. . . 

Sometimes I want to sleep in. Sometimes I want to go lay out. By myself. And care about absolutely nothing else other than working on my tan. (Come on, I know it's 2019 and tanning is so out, but I live on an island and I like it). But when I have the opportunity to do so (because Rory is like, "go, fly, be free!"), I don't want to leave them. I want to have my cake and eat it too. I want to lay out, reading US Weekly, but look out from behind my sunglasses, under my hat (I am not a barbarian, I don't want my face to burn), and see my husband and beautiful son sploshing around in the water. The great thing is, I get to do that! Rory jumps in the water (in as close to a swim burka as possible) and ALL of the kids flock to him. He plays with them, and I get to lay out and enjoy watching my boys play. I am lucky. I know. Some people don't have that support. And I do not take that for granted. (More on this in a future blog, though.) For now, I am glad I get to be here, in Hawaii, with my boys. 

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