Birthday Blessings, Coach!

It's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size in the fight of the dog. - Archie Griffin

You were top notch.

You told the Dirty Dawgs team what they didn't want to see and hear so they could be the best they can be.

You taught the team a lot more than the game. You told them that if at first, they didn't succeed, they could try doing what you told them to do the first time.

You showed them how to live passionately.

Passion. It's when you give it your all, all you can do at the end of the game is simply sit down. This is literally leaving your heart on the field.
Captioned photo: First Daughter. January 27, 2019

Your team knew how to play, but you taught them how to win.

Photo collages: V.E.V. Hawaii, 2021.

For a job well done we say, Congratulations, Coach!

More so, we cannot let the sun set on this New Year's Eve without wishing you a day full of joy and blessings for you, once the fair-haired boy nestled in your Dad's arms...

now cradle in your arms not only your curly-haired boy, a champ in his own right...

From the beach to the slopes.
March 2018

 

but a family - all on the pitch to celebrate your birthday.

Best wishes to you Coach, Husband, Dad, Son-In-Law!

Today is not the end of another year, but the start of a new one.

Hoping this is the beginning

of your greatest, most wonderful year!

 

Hey! Unto You A Child Is Born

Faces Of Christmas

"What's the play about?" Imogene asked. "It's about Jesus," I said.

Well. It was the best Christmas pageant we ever had.

Everybody said so, but nobody seemed to know why. There was something special, everyone said - they couldn't put their finger on what.

For years, I'd thought about the wonder of Christmas, and the mystery of Jesus' birth, and never really understood it. But now because of the Herdmans, it didn't seem so mysterious after all.

It seemed to me that they had improved the pageant a lot, just by doing what came naturally - like burping the baby, for instance, or thinking a ham would make a better present than a lot of perfumed oil.

May the candles of hope, love joy, and peace burn brightly and light our path today and every day.

As Gladys who plays the Angel of the Lord, with her skinny legs and dirty sneakers sticking out from under her robe, yells at all of us, the message is as clear and simple as the LIGHT of the Christ candle that glows on the eve of Jesus' birth.

Hey! Unto you a child is born.

                 THE END

Peace

Faces Of Christmas

Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold,

everything is softer and more beautiful. - Norman Vincent Peale

Everybody came... to see what the Herdmans would do.

It may be the first Christmas pageant in history where Joseph and the Wise Men get in a fight, and Mary runs away with the baby.

But nothing seemed very different at first.

Imogene's veil was cockeyed as usual, and Ralph's hair stuck out all around his ears. Imogene had the baby doll but she wasn't carrying it the way he was supposed to, cradled in her arms. She had it slung up over her shoulder, and before she put it in the manger she thumped it twice on the back.

There were more shepherds than there were anything else, and they made so much noise, banging their crooks around like a lot of hocky sticks.

It took long to get the angels in because they were all primary kids and they got nervous and cried and forgot where they were supposed to go and bent their wings in the door and things like that.

Gladys was the only one who had anything to say and she made the most of it. "Hey! Unto you a child is born," she hollered. 

We sang all the verses of 'Silent Night,' and when we got to 'Son of God, Love's pure light,' I happened to look at Imogene and I almost dropped my hymn book on a baby angel.

Imogene Herdman was crying.

In the candlelight her face was all shiny with tears and she didn't even bother to wipe them away. She just sat there - awful old Imogene - in her crooked veil, crying and crying and crying.

It was quite a pageant.

It has suddenly occurred to me that Christmas must have been just like this.

The fourth advent candle is for PEACE. May we be filled with wonder, be touched by PEACE.

                                              (To be continued)

Joy

Faces Of Christmas

It's rehearsal day.

I couldn't believe it. Among other things, the Herdman were famous for never sitting still and never paying attention to anyone yet here they were, eyes glued on my mother and taking in every word.

"And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them," Mother said, "and the glory of the Lord shone round about them, and -" 

"Shazam!" Glady's yelled, flinging her arms out and smacking the kid next to her. "Out of the black night with horrible vengeance, the Mighty Marvo-"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Gladys." 

"Out of nowhere, right?" Gladys said. "In the black night, right?"

"Well..." Mother looked unhappy, In a way.

Gladys sat, looking very satisfied, as if this was at least one part of the Christmas story that made sense to her.

Need anything more be said? The candle for this week is JOY. 

In the midst of frenzy and disharmony, we are invited to pause, that we may prepare a room in our heart and receive the newborn King with resounding joy. 

The Lord has come. Shazam!

                                          (To be continued)

Love

Faces Of Christmas

Blessed is the season which engages 

the whole world in a conspiracy of LOVE. - Hamilton Wright Mabie

The thing was, the Herdmans didn't know anything about the Christmas story. They knew that Christmas was Jesus' birthday, but everything else was news to them - the shepherds, the Wise Men, the star, the stable, the crowded inn. They might have read about it, but they never read anything except Amazing Comics.

"What were the wadded-up clothes?" Claude wanted to know.

"The what?" Mother said.

"You read about it, She wrapped him in wadded-up clothes."

"Swaddling clothes". Mother sighed. "Long ago, people used to wrap their babies very tightly in big piece of material, so they couldn't move around. It made the babies feel cozy and comfortable."

And surely, loved.

This week, we light the candle of LOVE that wraps the baby Jesus - and us, too, and all those whom we love.

                    (To be continued)

Happy Birthday, Dirty Dawg!

We lived in Phoenix.

That was before Twitter or Instagram or phones that start with I. A time when social and media would never have been used in the same sentence. A time when people read books and wrote letters and had actual face-to-face conversations.

We were busy.

But 12 years ago, we got the news... 

About this boy.

He was our miracle baby, an early Christmas gift. God's gift.

Just when we thought we were too old to fall in love again, we became Gamma and Lowlo. 

He kinda captured our heart.  So we decided to jump. Retired and found a place to stay longer-term than a week's vacation in Hawaii.

I'm now thinking that First Grandson must have inherited the quirky family gene of contradictory humors.

In preschool, he might have broken the record of having a Mom receive the most number of phone calls from the principal, three times during his first five-day school week. (Ahem... I don't think it was for good behavior.)

But on his last day of first grade, he came home with a certificate for winning third place for his poster Sight is Beautiful for the Lions Club. His prize? A $10 gift card to Longs. 

True that in second grade, the day before the start of classes, he was busy playing games and had slept for as long as he could the-day-of. Reportedly, at breakfast, while his sister was happily eating her cereal, all dressed with her hair brushed, First Grandson was still in his pj's with his hair sticking up, grumpily muttering, I don't want to go to school!

But he was Kamiloiki Star Student for March. The theme was balanced. When his Mom asked what that meant, he said, I don't know. Maybe because I wasn't bad? 

It actually means, his Mom learned, 'understanding the importance of physical and mental balance and personal well-being'. She has interpreted that to mean First Grandson was good at athletics and academics.

Just like his Mama, he has taken to playing the piano, but practicing in his own unique cool and comfortable way...

Butthoven At The Piano. At two (?) and almost-nine
years old,respectively. The baby pic on left is framed
and displayed on top of piano in right photo.

Then.

And later.

Art, reading, Beethoven... First Daughter says, He's taking after me after all!

But where has he shone the most? We think out on the field, playing flag football with his team, scoring runs like they were hot cakes.

Just look at that face. It was just him, the ball, and his will.

Strong and tough. Touchdown!

The Champs. Son-In-Law Coach, First Grandson and the Dirty Dawgs team were 2021 Spring i9 Sports Flag Football Champions. 

Undefeated Champs. All sports photos: V.E.V., June 2021

Marriott Beach Club, Ko Olina, 2017

Yet even a top-notch sports champ has his goofy moments...

Making funny faces to greet the New Year.

Dancing Dino. Halloween, 2019

Being Dino dancing the Orange Justice, floss, and dabbing.

Or simply relaxing using his new headphone.

I'm not retired. I'm a professional Grandma.

Despite the seeming dichotomy of his persona, the one constant we've cherished is his love during the times we've spent with him... 

Whether building a sand moat on Waikiki Beach.

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Lolo hanging out with him during time out.

A Journal Entry, May 2019

And, oh, the sweetness of his words on why December is his favorite month (see reason number three).

Because my grandma and grandpa come to stay in Hawaii with us. And the(sic) stay for 4 months.

And his answer to an interview question with 'Iolani last year describing a person who has had a great influence on his life. 

His was a very special answer, Lolo.

Because Lolo would tell him about the newest things and help him practice piano. He played board games and cards with him. He would throw the football with him and help him with batting practice.

So many great things come in '12s': months in a year, inches in a foot, doughnuts, eggs, roses, hours on a clock, drummers drumming and most importantly this year...

... First Grandson's totally epic 12th birthday.

A 1048-Steps Hike At The Top.

Photo: A.V.H., Koko Head, 2021 

So on this especial day, Lolo and I pause to wish you a brilliant and smashing day. After all, it’s not every day you turn 4,383…

... days. Wow! 

Go wild, Dawg! Cheering you on, as you make it to the top.

 

Hope

Faces Of Christmas

Yesterday, it was NOVEMBER.

And guess what comes after November?

That’s right. Say it with me. December.

The most wonderful month of the year.

Just between us? 

December always sneaks up on me. I think it’s lightyears away. I think I have all the time in the world to get ready for the holidays. I think that there’s a ton of time before Santa comes for his cookies and milk on Christmas Eve.

And then?

I blink.

And December 25 knocks at the door.

So for this month's blog, I’m doing things a little bit differently. I'll be mindful of what Christmas is all about - HOPE, LOVE, JOY, and PEACE. To this end, I'm inviting you to enjoy selected excerpts from Barbara Robinson's delightful The Best Christmas Pageant Ever as we light each week's advent candle. 

Enjoy!

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Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling. - Edna Ferber

The Christmas pageant is supposed to be the same every year. This year, however, the play has been hijacked by the Herdman children - Ralph, Imogene, Leroy, Claude, Ollie, and Gladys  - six skinny, stringy-haired siblings all alike except for being different sizes and having different black-and-blue places where they had clonked each other.

Imogene said, "I want to be Mary." She looked back over her shoulder. "And Ralph wants to be Joseph."

Nobody volunteered to be Wise Men, except, Leroy, Claude, and Ollie Herdman. So there was my mother, stuck with a Christmas pageant full of Herdmans in the main roles.

There was one Herdman left over, and one main role left over, and you didn't have to be very smart to figure out that Glady's was going to be the Angel of the Lord.

But with hopeful determination, the narrator's Mother vows:

"I'm going to make this the very best Christmas pageant anybody ever saw, and I'm going to do it with Herdmans, too."

This week, we light the candle of HOPE, that Christmas pageants all over the world will not only be the best Christmas pageant ever, but that the virtue of HOPE will envelop us all this season and through the years.

(To be continued)