Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We just returned after midnight last night from a week in Hawaii with our younger daughter, her husband, and their son.  We got along really well and compromised and shared easily.  Our grandson had to be pulled from the water.  He adored the beach and had no fear.  He dug and splashed and crawled through the water like a minnow.  But on the flight home he would not sleep:  he'd clearly had enough changes and disruptions, and he likes to sleep on his tummy, so the plane ride was crying, laughing, being passed from grandparents to parents until finally, fifteen minutes from landing, he succumbed, totally exhausted.  He'd been a champ, but he was done.  I loved the flowers and birds.  There was a huge flock of wild parrots, green, which flew to the palm trees by our condo at dusk and flew away in a huge cloud with a racket like trumpets sounding every dawn.  And since we were up at dawn, due to the toddler, we got to see them rise and explode in the air.  The plants, flowers, roar of the ocean, birds, especially cardinals black and white with orangy red heads, the Hawaiian music, the green lushness, waterfalls, ponds and pools everywhere, did seem like paradise.  As close to heaven as you can get.