Oh Hello...: hawaii

hawaii happened. six whole weeks of it.

six weeks of being with one of my best friends + her family. her rad handy hilarious husband + her rambunctious adorably exhausting children that drive you cray one minute + melt your heart the next.

i slept on the couch every night, my alone time to doctor who it up + facebook stalk people (i'm just bein' real) and woke up to her airy two year old snacking my chest and kissing my lips and yelling "morning aunty!" and boy, morning always came early, even when bed time came late.

our days were filled with cleaning and cooking and piano and play and the ocean.

the first half vacation was in full swing + we didn't know the meaning of healthy food. (it was glorious)

i ran. i hiked. i swam. i sat on the point for hours crying + thinking + missing.

i talked with my boyfriend regularly. i brought theodore 2.0 and hardly used him, except for the day of the point. the rest was all oliver, my two year old severely cracked iphone 4s.

i talked with my aunt about real life stuff, + for the first time didn't have to hold back. it was like coming home, except my home was still in utah (mikeyy).

it was time away, when i felt that i needed that in my life + relationships. it was space + a change of perspective.

and honestly, i was surprised with the response i had.

you see, relationship wise, i was fed up. i felt taken advantage of, i felt unappreciated, i felt unwanted, i felt like an inconvenience. i felt frustrated. i was to the point of well, maybe this space will cause x, y, + z to occur + things will get better. i thought i would go on this trip + live it up + make him feel things that i didn't think were there.

but instead, i missed him. i wanted to share every moment with him. i wanted him there by my side, to laugh with, to whisper to, to nudge playfully, to share the waves with, to take night walks with.

hawaii is our place. we began dating there. we fell in love there. it holds such a special place in my heart.

my perspective was changed, to life without him. and i realized how entitled i was acting. how i was letting the utah culture infest our relationship. how i was letting things that are uniquely us be turned into issues. how i was comparing left + right. and how it all was affecting me + him + us.

i realized i was being ungrateful + unappreciative.

so, i texted him mushy love texts + emails on the daily. i made an effort to call on the phone frequently. i made an effort. because somehow, in my frustration, i decided it was okay for me to stop. and that's just ludicrous!

also, you can in fact still be "stung" by a blue bubble (aka: man of war jelly) after they are dead. we learnt that the hard way, and it was unpleasant.

oh, and, here's hawaii for ya (;

be forewarned...it's something like 150 images (yah, the trip was that good. sorry i'm not sorry), so grab a cup of tea!