We jetted off to Maui to celebrate five complicated years of marriage.
It's only a 45 minute plane ride, but felt a world away from our complicated lives.
Celebrating love is not complicated.
It involves scenery oggling, whale watching, surfing.
Sometimes we celebrate the little things. Like naked hippies roaming the Maui hillsides. Or prying open bottles of beer with a key.
We celebrated living. Especially after surviving Kahekili Hwy, a one-lane road full of blind turns during which I stress-ate half a bag of s'mores goldfish crackers.
Living is easy to celebrate when one has easy access to a Whole Foods. You're looking at a beach feast of duck mousse, assorted olives, and baguette bread.
My beloved friend Marie also lives on Maui. We celebrated out friendship with sea salt lattes. This is a girl who knows me from the inside. It can be scary when someone knows everything you are, even all the prickly parts.
But it's worth it for the love I get back. And no one else can understand my deep obsession for the perfect cappuccino.