Through Another’s Eyes

It’s been several days since I wrote anything. Days filled with sorrow and confusion but also marked by joy.

My brother and sister-in-law came to visit and we had quite the time showing them around Oahu. We only had two and a half days with them and Hubby was on duty one of those two days so we packed in everything we could.

I forced encouraged everyone to get up early their first morning here so that we could get to my favorite beach in time to watch the sunrise. The scene was breath-taking. From there on we made our way around the island, collecting souvenirs and checking off all the places Hubby and I had determined were necessary for a 48 island tour.

Driving down the coast of the North Shore was the last thing we did before coming home and getting ready for dinner. I was tired from the excitement of the day and ready to shower off all the sand and salt water. If it hadn’t been for our guests, I would have tried to persuade my husband to take the faster highway through the middle of the island rather than the scenic route we were now on.

I was thinking exactly that when my sister chimed in asking if we could pull over. As we climbed out of our Jeep and took the path down to the water, I grumbled to myself. Then I saw the sign. “Shark’s Cove.” I had been wondering where exactly this place was for almost two years. The snorkeling to boasted to be some of the best on island and the view, well, I now know that the view speaks for itself.

We stopped again once or twice. All spots my familiar eye had never let me see before. That night on my gratitude list, I remembered the beauty that is found only in strangeness.