Two days before my 30th birthday I was having a rough morning. The kind where you just want your own mama to come and make it better. JD was extra attentive, and I was thankful for his presence when he came home for lunch at noon. Or so I thought. He led me outside our house, saying he wanted my help with something. Not finding anything to help him with, I turned around and there was. my. MOM. !!!!!!
An ocean separates us and there are many times, many days when I wish my mama was close by. It was so cool to have one of those moments and then bam! Magic. Mom’s there.
She flew out for my 30th birthday as one of many fine surprises that week. In terms of celebration – no birthday (Well, except my super awesome 21st) has come close. On my final eve of 29, a pins and needles type nerve pain started at my finger tips and crawled its way up to my shoulder. A feeling I’ve had before (including on my face) and felt very anxious about. The next morning, on my 30th, my arm was still pins and needles and remained that way the entire time. I suffer from anxiety from time to time, and this sensation triggered some pretty frustrating emotions that I battled throughout the day. To make my month long story into a very short one – I saw a neurologist, had a brain MRI, got results and they are normal. Praise Jesus. Photography has been an incredible endeavor for me – but has also led to some pretty gnarly health issues which I’m still working through after a very busy season, including a pinched nerve, carpel tunnel, and some other issues. I’m working hard to take care of myself in order to heal and prevent further injury, including not being weak. (aka- we joined a gym).
My birthday started off with flowers and coffee and a super fun play date with our mama’s group at the botanical gardens where my friend Jen and I celebrated our birthdays with a surprise brunch!!
Next, mama and I went to lunch, a local chocolate shop, and shopping while our friends Kenji and Amy watched the young ones. This part of the day was so special because it was crammed with my favorite things to do with my mom!!
After a quick after school shower and lots of kisses from my girls, my mom and I headed out to meet 13 of my favorite island gals for our very own, private sunset cruise. SO. GOOD. I think every gal on that boat needed a night on the ocean, because we were in heaven. I actually would like to be on that boat right now. There is something so therapeutic about the ocean and sailing its waters. We capped our evening with drinks and pupus at a gastro pub in walking distance. It was perfect.
Even more perfect? The next day my man surprised me with an overnight stay in Waikiki. We met up with one of our favorite couples and enjoyed kid-free entertainment until as late as we wanted. The end.
Enjoy photos from my day – as you can tell, the camera was passed around by friends so that my face wasn’t always in the viewfinder, which was nice. Sometimes I’m more present with my camera, sometimes I’m less – I’m thankful that I enjoyed a little bit of both for 30.
I met Mica through a mutual friend via the internet in our Foto Fifty group. (Erin. You’ve met her on the blog a few times). We skyped once, so she wasn’t a complete face to face stranger – and certainly not through the year long exchange we had with our group of photographers. When she mentioned she was coming to Hawaii, I insisted she stay with us. And I’m so glad she did because it was just lovely for my soul to have her in our home, hanging out all around the island with cameras in tow. This photography thing is so fun, but with it comes insecurity, burnout, and creative ruts. I’m convinced I would have checked out long ago if it weren’t for the community of people I’ve found through snapping photos. Mica and I talked the whole time. Unless we were watching New Girl with JD or at church, we were talking. She’s doing my sister in law’s wedding in March and I’m SO excited for Monica and Manin to have such a skilled photographer tell their wedding story. Check out her work – she’s unreal.
I was up to my ear in boxes and the thought of cooking dinner was enough to throw me on the couch in an infinite pout session. Couldn’t really justify ordering pizza, as moving across the ocean has sucked us dry in the cents and dollars department, but as is so often the case, the Lord provides. Even if it’s leftover office lunch pizza spread over a sandy blanket at my husband’s favorite surf spot. Small graces are never small.