beginning to feel a lot like Christmas (midi).
This week, we've
returned home every day to find a package on our doorstep. They
could all have been filled with coal, and we would have been
delighted, as all four packages are from our dearest kith and kin in
With the packages come
their thoughts and their Aloha. Like kids on Christmas Day, we
tear open the boxes with glee, and then we turn back into adults and
resist the impulse to open the presents themselves.
As we pulled out the
gifts from within, we smile and send back our loving thoughts and
Aloha to the senders.
The first, from our buds
on O`ahu, Wayne and Lynn, is a basket that is spectacularly wrapped
in cellophane, and we are resisting every urge not to rip it open
RIGHT NOW, as we can see that it is filled with tasty and
crunchy island goodies, `ono,
"brok' da mout'"
stuff only born and bred islanders can fully appreciate.
The second, from our
sweeties on Maui, Poonz and K, is a gorgeous gift basket, elegantly
wrapped in royal purple ribbon, filled
with the best baked goods from our home island of Hawai`i. Each is
individually wrapped and hand-packed to reduce breakage.
Knowing how every bite is a taste of heaven, we are in purgatory
right now, wanting to bust it open, but being good little children
Da t'ird -- I mean, the
third (I'm really getting in the island mode now) -- from my brother
and sister-in-law in Makawao and his family is a huge cardboard box
with FRAGILE and BREAKABLE
written on it. We dug out a bright red wrapped present from
ample newspaper stuffing. So far I've resisted the urge
to gently rattle it to get a hint of what could be insai' ... hmmmm.
The fourth is from my
parents-in-law in Hilo, again a big brown box. This one
stuffed with many little wrapped presents, also wrapped with
newspapers. My mother-in-law is a born shopper, and she picks up
some amazing finds on her forays. Our home is filled with Hawaiian
crafts from her, maybe these are more? <fingers crossed>
Now here's my favorite
part of receiving packages from Hawai`i: I smooth out the
wrinkled newspapers to read them from front page to back, even the
obits and the police blotter! Weird, I know, but there's
nothing more cozy and home-towny than reading the local paper,
whether it's the Maui News or the Hilo Tribune-Herald.
Home may be over 2000
miles away, but it is where the heart is...
"Life is a Gift."
P.S. If you would
like to share a portion of yourself with words, in response to
this journal entry, you may do it here.
only gift is a portion of thyself..."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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