A prayer, a secret and a promise
Well it finally happened. My worst fear. I’ve caught the fever. No, not Covid. Island fever! Yet, I do have covid to thank for it. Don’t get me wrong, I still agree with my friend and lagoon buddy, John who says the worst day here in Hawaii is better than the best day anywhere else. John is from Alaska by the way. But I miss my family. So I finally broke down and bought tickets to see my family back home in Cali in November. Meanwhile, back on the rock, Covid life continues. My youngest Micah is in distance learning, planning to go back soon. My older two boys attend in person at their private high school with strict safety precautions around every corner. We are nearing the end of our second lock down. And it couldn’t come soon enough. I miss going to our community pool. I miss eating in a restaurant. I miss shopping at other stores besides groceries or Walmart. Thankfully the lock down has ...