4 days of beach combing, kite flying, no make-up wearing, bowling, swimming, movie watching, book reading, cigar smoking, marshmallowing kind of fun. Ventured off to Seabrook (um, the cutest little town) and Mr. Weather Man cooperated with awesomeness. Except for the crappy monsoon drive home. But that's alright 'cause we were all filled up with sweet family time...and lots of shugar.
And apparently Waikiki Beach is just 2500 miles that way. Perhaps I should pull a Forest Gump and run until I get there.