Getting Your Hands Dirty Is A Good Thing!

Let's just say it's been a long couple weeks, months, whatever. Finally the metaphorical fog has cleared a bit and I realized we needed to just get OUT. So, the other day I shoved all of my work and household responsibilities aside and started cooking at about 1:00 while my kids were still in school. I made roasted potatoes with parmesan, bbq'd some chicken, and packed up a bunch of snacks, gatorade for the kids, beer for me, dog food for our beast, and decided to pick them up right after school, even put off the homework for a while and head to the beach until sunset.

And let me tell you, it was just what the doctor ordered. 

Heads full of sand, knees scratched up from the coral, salty air on our faces, and best of all, dirty hands full of bbq sauce. Forget about the napkins and just go jump in the ocean. A huge moon rose over Diamond Head right before we left and my tribe and i realized the beauty in those moments. The dirty moments where you're a mess and you just don't care.