Good Morning

My eyes opened and the slats of the vertical blinds opened to clear blue sunny skies! It was 7:15am as Shane cuddled me. I had a date with a yoga instructor at 7:30am on the beach. Jill and Angela-for the first time in centuries was prompt-were waiting in the living room with their game face on.

The weather was all aces! The sound of the waves crashed hard, as we stretched and meditated on the beach. If you haven't been to Kauai, it's like nature is trying to tell you something. Like how the waves seem to smoothly rise tall and crash hard, as if anticipating the celebration. Look, there's one thing that I'm not is a granola nature skippin' and lovin' hippie, BUT this island makes you weep on the inside. Everything from the sand, the trees, the sun, the sky, the birds, the stray dogs all seem to express their blessing.

There is nothing like calming the nerves than yoga on a beautiful beach. It made the experience exhilarating and exciting. As we were instructed to touch our hands to our ankles ahem...Utthita Trikonasana, extended triangle pose, I observed Cliff about seventy five feet back with his video camera. Later, he said he wanted to capture the serenity of the morning, but we all knew he was filming the hot young babe we had as a yoga instructor. Tsk, tsk, greasy boy.

Everything from hereonin had to be absolute. I was looking forward to some light, fluffy eggs and Portuguese sausage and driving it down with a glass of mimosa. Well, the refrigerator was absent of eggs and sausage. Rule number one, I must have eggs to eat eggs.

Meanwhile, Shane had rallied his groomsmen to go to the store. The contract for our bar did not include top shelf liquor. If you know our friends, than you know how they appreciate only the top notch for their poison. I did not have anything better to do, so I decided to go shopping for eggs with Jill. Well that short grocery list turned into an hour long. When it comes to low blood sugar, I am illogical and irrational, which dug me deeper into the trenches of trouble. I had to have my fluffy eggs gosh darnit! Scramble. Fluff. Chomp. Swig. I was done with my breakfast and ready to jump into the ocean for one last swim.

Yet, back at the Batman Cave my hair and makeup person was due ala uno minuto. I advised my hair and makeup team to grab a glass of wine or beer if they preferred, because I was going to take a quick dip in that deep blue. I didn’t specify on whether it was “filipino” style minutes or “caucasion” standard minutes. I left that to interpretation.

The water enveloped me like warm blue silk. It cradled me in the warm sun. The wedding party swam to the gentle pacific current. This was tranquil, in fact it was too calm. As I floated along the waves, I noticed the staff began to setup the chairs for the ceremony on the beach. I spotted my wedding coordinator with one hand on her hip and the other hand at her brow, trying to target my whereabouts. Angela and I laughed like schoolgirls cutting class, because she’s been trying to get me out of the water for some time now. “You have five more minutes honey.” Shane reminded me as we laughed in the water. It was nice to be surrounded by ones with only good intentions for a successful life long journey.