|The Love of my Life. (I was going to type that in Hawaiian, but Google translate totally doesn't have a Hawaiian option...get with the program Google!) I aloha him.|
So, before I tell you about the cards, did you know that The Maestro is part Hawaiian? Well, despite his inability to do the hula, he is. His father is half Hawaiian and his Tutu (grandmother) had full Hawaiian blood. These days, that is very rare. So rare, in fact, that the island powers that be are assembling a registry of those who are "descended from the aboriginal peoples inhabiting the Hawaiian Islands."
Joel, being the avid genealogist that he is, was all over this project when he read about it. He gathered all of the necessary documentation and sent it in, and a week later, our very special envelope arrived.
Chloe even wrote a little note in her "thing that she writes in" about her Hawaiian-ness:
"Everyone in my family is Hawaiian exept my Mom."
Talk about feeling left out!
No worries though. I married the Hawaiian because I love him, not because he's Hawaiian.
Good thing, too, because if I married him for any islander perks, I would be sorely disappointed to find myself trading the sand castles of Maui beaches for the snow sculptures here in snowy Michigan.