My biggest stress today? I had trouble choosing a "happiest memory". What does that tell you?
After rejecting numerous celebrations and vacations, I finally settled on my trip to Hawaii (1981).
I remember everything about that trip, from our first breakfast in Maui (eggs, Portuguese sausages, Hawaiian sweet bread) to trying out my new roller skates in the parking lot of our condo (I wore a pair of my dad's tube socks, pulled right up over my knees...how disco!)
We had this photo taken at one of those antique photo places in Lahaina. My dad is supposed to be a wealthy ship captain or something. I love the look on my mother's face.