By rights I should have written as soon as we returned home, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It's as if the physical act of writing would signal the end of our time there. If I share the photos and what we did, it makes it all become past tense.
But, as all pleasant things do, our time on Oahu has ended. I need to grow up and put on my Big Girl grass skirt.
These times will last forever in my memory.