It was a full moon. A storm was brewing in Japan and the Kona winds had created the ultimate scenario for spending our Sunday at the liquid chapel. With a swift, spontaneous decision, we decided to pack up and head on the road to camp out at one of our favorite secret spots. If you live on Maui and know this little island we call home, the pictures will give away our location, but if not, I’ll never tell.
I love my hubs and I get excited about the things he is excited about. Out of the many things he excels at, he is an outstanding surfer. Many who know him will tell you that, but he would never admit it himself. I really enjoy going to the beach with him when he surfs. I love watching him in action, punting airs and pulling into barrels, doing things the upcoming Maui groms in magazines are notorious for. I cheer him on, on the inside. “Yah, babe! Good one!” He would never hear me over the pounding waves or my pounding heart. I always make sure to show the kids from shore, “Look, there’s Daddy on that huge wave!” Hoping they share my enthusiasm for our fearless family leader.
I hope and pray that my son grows up to be as rad as his dad….not just a great surfer, but a great man. A lover of all that is good. And also, for my daughter that she would someday find a husband as fun and selfless and exceptional.