Every month on the 12th, I take 12 photos to document my day. It is now one week later and we are all recuperating from last night's red-eye flight home from Maui. Last week, our vacation was just beginning:
1. We said goodbye to the basher. He spent the week with Grandma Caryn, Papa Andy, Aunt Rachel, Uncle Jacob, and various friends. 2. Checking in. 3. Cafe Rio at the SLC airport. 4. The punk was a great sport on the plane. He played games, watched movies, and spelled words with his new alphabet cards from Grandma Lynn. 5. Honolulu Airport. So close, but so far away. 6. Aloha! 7. Landing! 8. Our first glimpse of Maui 9. Hello palm trees! 10. Punk, meet the ocean. Ocean, Punk. 11. Frivolity at sunset 12. Goodnight, paradise.
My name is Chinese, but my hair is red. When I was young, the worst thing you could call me was a redhead. It was "golden," thank you very much. I am a full-time mama to the punk and the basher. I am a violinist with Strings of Elegance, a private piano teacher and math tutor, and an Assistant Director for The Gifted Music School. My violin and piano were both made in 1910, and I inherited both from different grandparents. I have an outie belly button. My man looks hot in his "old man" hats. I enjoy sushi, hot tubbing, and getting caught in the rain.