In 1993, Mitch took me to Maui for our first anniversary. Neither of us had ever been to Hawaii but it immediately took ahold of our hearts and refused to let go.
In our usual style we had pre-booked lots of activities, not wanting to waste a moment. We smile when we remember that trip. On Tuesday of that week, we cancelled all of our busy-ness and spent the rest of our time with me on the beach reading a book and watching him body surf for hours. We slept on the loungers on the lanai and of all silliness, watched Bonanza reruns. Maui will always be our symbol of letting go, relaxing, and spontaneity, none of which we are very practiced at to this day.
We know a lovely family now who owns a 2-bedroom, 2-bath condo right off the Kaanapali Golf Course in Lahaina and are generous enough to rent it out when they’re not there. It has become our go-to home-away-from-home when we’re in Maui and we have difficulty imagining staying anywhere else.
Our habits are much the same, no matter who comes with us. We land in Kahului airport, rent the car, go to Costco with our rebate check from the previous year, and buy groceries for the week. Sometimes we visit Haleakala, sometimes we do the Road to Hana. But must do’s include lots of snorkeling, lots of strolling, and lots of relaxing. On Sunday mornings, I walk across the dew-soaked golf course to attend Kaanapali Beach Ministry held at Leilani’s Restaurant in Whaler’s Village. Sometimes with loved ones and sometimes alone, I watch that Hawaiian sister interpret How Great Thou Art through hula. For me, it takes worship to a whole new level.
Why am I telling you all of this? Well, the condo might not be available for that much longer and we realized we’ve never been there alone. And because when I got up this morning Mitch was looking at flights for January. That will mark a year since he’s been anywhere and that’s a long time for Mitch…maybe even a record. He just has to have something that he’s looking forward to.