I am sitting on a deck chair in the tan sand with the gentle breeze off the Pacific rustling the palm tree beside me. My bride is dozing next to me, basking in the golden sun.

I'm watching my 3 daughters, skin darkened by the Hawaiian sun, float on the pool like water. Their snorkel gear allowing them to see a world that they have never seen before, alive with creatures that are foreign to them. The air around me is 80 degrees but the drink in my hand is frosty cold with the tiniest umbrella punctuating the island nature of it. Thoughts of staying here and not returning to the cold, dark and rainy winter of the Pacific Northwest play on my mind.

I dismiss it.

But maybe someday.