Last day
It's always hard to leave but this trip was especially tough. I don't know if it was the fact that we were able to stay for so long or that we had our own place. I think the combination of those two things made it seem more like we were living there than just vacationing. What really struck me is how hard it is to pack my kids up and tell them they can see their cousins in a couple of years. I'd love to watch them all grow up together. We've just missed so much. When I said goodbye to Kyle this time, I realized he'll be a teenager next time I see him. What? Wasn't I just holding him when he was a newborn!
Anyway, we spent the last full day there with family. Breakfast at the Ihilani with Uncle and Aunty and then dinner at Aunty's house that night.
Can you tell how Cameron was feeling in that last picture? We don't need to re-live it, but let's just say he was up almost all night that night and was miserable on the plane the next day. The overnight flight seemed like a good idea but when you throw Hand, Foot and Mouth into the mix, you get a cranky, pitiful two year-old and some tired parents.
Regardless, we had a wonderful time and miss our family dearly. I will never take for granted the fact that we get to go out as often as we do, but I'll always wish it could be more often. There's something sweet about being part of a big family. About traditions and customs. About people who love you no matter what. About history and sitting around just talking story. Our next trip can't come quickly enough.