An early morning phone call from Hubby's brother (doesn't he know what time it is here?!?), woke me up and I couldn't go back to sleep. I started thinking about Bethany Hamilton and the Soul Surfer movie. That thought led me to realized that the sign I saw for Bill Hamilton's surf school was her father (duh!). Surfing...that would be what we would do today, I decided, and, after a cup of coffee, I started making lunches. As soon as the sun appeared I wanted to be ready to throw the boards in the car and head to Hanalei pier. Surfing at Hanalei pier was okay but the girls wanted bigger waves (not giant, just bigger than ankle high :o). After we came home I googled Bethany Hamilton and found her website. From there I linked to the Hanalei Surf and Sport website. It said, Hanalei pier was good for beginners, but for a little more advanced surfers we needed to head to the Hanalei Pavilion. On the map, it looked close to the rental house, so I headed out for a walk while Baby M was napping. I just wanted to check it out. As I was walking toward the Pavilion, who do you think I saw? Yep! Bethany Hamilton herself. I was all alone so I didn't have anyone to share the moment with. I wanted to act cool so I didn't get a photo or anything like that. Hubby asked me if I was sure it was her. I replied, "How many one armed surfer girls do you think live around here?!?" Right? Any way, I found the Hanalei Pavilion right where I saw Bethany. The waves were good enough so I took it as a sign that I had found our surf spot. I predict a little wave time on Christmas morning!
|My surfer girls and their ankle-deep waves. lol|
|Little D has a face that says, "Yeah, I caught this wave...what do you expect from ankle deep water?"|
|Beach Baby...she wouldn't step even one toe into the water. |
|"Mom...I need bigger waves!" Yeah...yeah...I know.|
|My sweet girls couldn't have Christmas without a tree so after surfing they gathered driftwood to form a tropical Christmas Tree. It even had a driftwood star. |
|The stockings were hung by the window with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas would find them there.|