
Joseph sure scored this year (honestly, when doesn't he?) with all of his presents! He got lots of great clothes, books, toys, and games. It was a Merry Christmas!

Joe's friend, Brandon, invited us to the Tree Lighting Ceremony in downtown Port Orchard. Joe wanted to go so much so I thought it was a good opportunity to meet some of Joe's co-workers who live in our area as well as participate in what could become an annual tradition. Brandon's wife, Megan, is very lovely. They have a beautiful little 16 month-old daughter named Amiya. They were obviously much more prepared than we were since they had her all bundled up in fluffy, winter garb. We saw the dog parade which was totally cute because all the dogs were dressed up in Christmas costumes! My favorites were the bull dogs dressed as Mr. and Mrs. Claus. We then went to the marina where the boats are decorated. It was entertaining to watch Joseph's excitement at all of the lights. Finally, we followed the crowd to City Hall where, at the stroke of 6, the massive tree was illuminated with thousands of lights and ornaments. It made me feel a surge of camaraderie that I thought was unique to Hawaii.
Being born and raised in Hawaii affords you membership to a community of people that can't be acquired through any other means. My mother has lived in Hawaii her entire adult life- certainly longer than I've been alive but she STILL isn't a member of this community. She didn't grow up in our school system, catch the bus down to Kahala Mall after school to buy crack seed from Longs. She didn't attend A-plus, go to Camp Erdman for band or leadership camp in middle and high school. She didn't have a Kupuna come to her class every week and tell Hawaiian legends, make crafts, teach Ulu Maika, and songs. No matter how 'Hawaiian' people think they can get by living in Hawaii, they'll never, ever be able to acquire these unique experiences through any other capacity. No matter how much they try it can never happen.
Even though this is true, it's interesting that it is also the case in every other geographic area. I didn't grow up in Port Orchard but I understand why people think that living there for a while is the same as being raised there. Since I know that is not the case, I'll be careful about the way that I interpret my own experiences.
Experiencing the Tree Lighting also brought me back 100 years in time. I'm sure that this is something that families enjoyed even back then. It made me cognizant that I am creating traditions for my family that my son may replicate in his own experience as an adult with a family. It's exciting and yet I feel the weight of future generations on my shoulders.
Showing us his how "beautiful" the sound from the bells is.
This year we're celebrating the holidays differently than previous years because we're living in Washington now. We had a beautiful fall with all the colors of autumn displaying a vast array of browns, oranges, and yellows. Our winter appears to be in full bloom despite what the calendar says. This morning it was an ugly 17 degrees, but the day was truly spectacular with the sun burning the clouds out of sight. The weather is certainly helping us feel the presence of Christmas. In Hawaii we hung our stockings from our air-conditioner. Here in Washington, we're afraid to hang our stockings up because they might actually catch on fire! We can wear coats, gloves, scarfs, hats and boots and run around until we're ready to take shelter in our warm house with hot chocolate. We're so fortunate to be so happy where we are!

Washington is utterly gorgeous under a specific set of conditions. Basically, when it's not raining, it's absolutely perfect. When it is raining it's still beautiful but a little messy. We've been delaying the selection of our Christmas tree because Joey wanted to go to a Christmas tree farm to chop our OWN tree down. Well, it had just snowed the night before and there was a light dusting of white powder littering the cold soil. The temperature was cold enough to sustain the snow (about mid 20s) and we could certainly feel it. We selected the right one and Joseph and I took shelter in the heated truck while Joe sawed away. Since this was our first year, we didn't realize that people usually bring chainsaws so Joey was sawing away for a good 10 minutes freezing his cute butt off. When he just got to the end of the trunk, he moved to the other side to complete the cut and the tree fell on top of him. My face hurts from grinning even as I type this. It was a great day!



