Off to paradise

The bags are packed.... again, but this time it's one-not so full-bag each. No car seat, stroller, amauti or diaper bag. Nick and I are off to the sandy shores of Hawaii in the morning. Or should I say in a few hours since the flight leaves Saint John at the ungodly hour of 530am. No matter how early I'm psyched and can't wait to get going.

I said goodby to Oliver tonight as I put him to bed. I have to admit I got a little teary as I said my final I love you before I put him down. I'm a little torn on how I think I'll handle being away from Mr. O for 10 whole days. Most of me says I'll be fine. Of course I'll miss him but it's our time and I'll enjoy it. The tiniest other part of me says that it'll be harder than I think. Only time will tell I guess but I go in excited to live our 'pre-kid' life again, even for a little while.

Aloha to you all... I'll be in touch!