When Chris suggested we go to Hawaii my first response was, "You know that it's entirely surrounded by water, right?"
When I was little I used to think there were tigers in the ocean. I knew it didn't make any sense, but I also knew it was true, which was disorienting and made the ocean even more frightening. Then I learned about undertow and I was like, "Yeah, that's it for me. Relationship over."
As a grown-up I feel a responsibility to enjoy the ocean, but I'll admit that I was relieved that the water was too cold for swimming when we were in Cape Cod before James was born. But! I really did enjoy myself at the beach in Hawaii. Part of that was because I didn't have to worry about the boys being swept out to sea by a force bigger than myself. The other part was that the beaches on the south side of Maui were mellow. And warm. And not overly windy. And there were other people there, but it wasn't too crowded. Yeah, and it was beautiful.
Here's photographic evidence that I went in the ocean and enjoyed myself...