“Can we go now? I’m cold!”
“It’s almost time,” I said for the 15th time in 20 minutes. She burrowed deeper into the layers of beach towels wrapped around her, put her head on my chest and went back to sleep. I squeezed my arms around her a little tighter. My husband squeezed his arms around me a little tighter. We were waiting for what Mark Twain called “the sublimest spectacle I ever witnessed.” The Haleakala sunrise.