En route to Fiji

Lo and behold, storming ceased not in Fiji whilst we were minimooning, which meant we had to concoct Honeymoon Plan B. I shall confess that because I am a planner by nature, such spontaneity was not greeted with utmost warmth. Thankfully, the Mister graciously grabbed the reins and on that fateful Monday morn, booked a same-day flight to the only island in the world that was not graced with showers: balmy, sun-graced Oahu. Whence first brainstorming on honeymoon locales, I initially did not want to gallivant to Hawaii because, though I had not yet sojourned there, I felt it was too tourist-mobbed and too close to home, physically and culturally. In other words, I envisioned the City of Angels, but with less smog. And more cerulean beachfronts. Which was true. However, after the whole hullabaloo with actually attempting to go on a holiday somewhere, anywhere, I was ever grateful to actually be able to revel in such pleasantry with my love. Which is what really mattered in fostering our marriage, anyhow. So thankful for such a wonderful man God has blessed me with. So thankful for the grandiose gift of marriage, which has been one jolly adventure thus far. Both undeserved gifts from the Lord.


Oh, I am an unabashed fan of pancake syrup now. Coconut syrup, that is.
With fluffy, fresh-off-the-griddle macadamia nut pancakes. So. tasty.