We walked down to Sugar Cove beach today. I haven't set foot on that beach in decades and it's right down the street from mom's house. Funny.
Late afternoon at Baby Beach. We met a girl named Pearl who was 17 months old (and her mom of course). Sweet time.
I was pointing out landmarks to Harper as we flew in to Kahului. Told her to make sure she was at 800 feet over Pu'unene. And okay I got teary eyed. I'm sentimental like that.
Here is me at 7 months (according to my mom). Looks like I'm moving a bit. And here's Harper at 8 months, just getting the hang of the push ups needed for crawling. Much nicer flooring in Hawaii in 1967.