The book includes twenty stories from writers around the world, including one I wrote about our first two days in New Zealand when we embarked on our 70-day journey through the South Pacific. I called the chapter “Finding Our Bearings on the Banks Peninsula” since it was based largely on a post I wrote here on this website back in 2014.
It’s a long way from North America, but New Zealand is an easy place to travel with a baby once you’re there. Being in the Southern Hemisphere, it’s a fabulous destination if you’re keen to change seasons altogether. Kiwis are naturally friendly and helpful, and you’ll fall in love with the diverse and idyllic scenery.
I should perhaps find it odd when my husband comes home at seven o’clock in the morning and casually announces that he “hiked up Mt. Tongariro last night.” But, I don’t. At least not anymore. Not only is it something he does fairly frequently, but it’s the only way he’s been able to get out photographing these days.
Tonight I can hear the ocean waves crashing on Opunake Beach as the sun sets just out of view. The tide is rising, swallowing sand as it creeps its way onto the shore. Sand castles are washed away into oblivion – each grain of sand floating off into the big blue.
Sometimes it’s comforting to know that at the end of the day everything will be washed away. As sad as it is to say goodbye to some experiences, we get to say goodbye to the bad ones with the good. This too shall pass. It’s a reminder to appreciate the moment, especially when it’s a good one, because you won’t be able to hang onto it forever.