You were scared at first. You didn’t like the waves crashing at your feet. You didn’t care for the scratchy sand beneath your soft little feet.
Your Gii sat at the waters edge with you while Mutti and Vati waved just beyond the surf. You threw sand at the water. Giant fistfulls of fear until, until you were no longer scared.
You look for a hand, a glance up for reassurance. Then you are fine sitting as the warm tide splashes up around your waist. You love Hawaii. I love you.