Suffice to say, I have done an awful job of updating this summer. Been all sorts of distracted — but mostly in the best sorts of ways. Long, drawn out lunches with the girls, jibber-jabbering with the smallest Bird, lazy mornings watching the first sunbeams sneak into the room and choosing to stay both in pajamas and under the ceiling fan. That sort of thing.
But, oh! Hawaii. Four thousand miles and a rather uneventful plane trip under their collective belt, the Langes took one epic family vacation this past month in order to celebrate Papa and Gramma’s 30th wedding anniversary and Papa’s 50th birthday. Here are just a few peeks into our adventures.
Going…going…gone. Carter’s first plane trip. He’s such a busy boy, he rarely cuddles these days. My arms were so full and happy with my sleeping boy.
Patrick and my dad after swimming with sharks. (!!!!!!what).
Not a bad view to wake up to.
My whole heart.
Landry was hysterical the whole trip. Such a trooper, and she started crawling to boot.
❤ Patio Eats
30 Years. Where has the time gone?
Megan and Patrick and a Sean Patrick bump.
My longest best friend. Carter’s longest best friend.
There’s a group of Langes under that waterfall.
On the train at the Dole Plantation.
Peach checking out pineapples.
Lange kids and their kids.
Carter and his ‘Patch’
Mike Lange catching a wave.
Miley telling off a peacock
I hope a look that good when I’m 50. Whatever, Dad.
My baby brother.
Polynesian Cultural Center
Our sweet tatts.
Patrick and Meg after he led our tribe into the chief’s hut.
I made the cutest french fry eater.
Ready for the flight home!