Then we come home. I see all that we have, the beauty of the area in which we live, and I'm happy. Home is where we are, home is where my heart is.
Leaving Hawaii was hard, none of wanted to go, but as they say, "All good things must come to an end"
Aloha, Hawaii...Aloha, hello, Aloha, goodbye, Aloha, love. What a perfect word.
|Another hurry up and wait at the airport|
|He couldn't part with the sunglasses, even after we got on the plane|
|He slept most of the way home. Hawaii wore him out.|
|Soon tulips will be in the yard. One of my favorite flowers, and a sign of spring|
|Hyacinths push their way up to bring a sweet aroma to the patio|
The new shoots coming up are a reminder of new life, new spring, and soon, very soon a new grand baby. So exciting, and glad to be home.