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Turning Point

2010-11-01T02:49:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I forget.

Isn't that one of the many tactics used by that sly Devil, The Devil? He just LOVES it when we forget..

Or more correctly, when we feel forgotten.

For the last few months that has been where I have been, forgotten. I kept telling myself that it was ok, the BIG MAN has a lot bigger things to worry about than little (ok not so little) ole me and my problems. I will just deal with them on my own.

But I was FAILING at dealing with things on my own.. I mean dotn get me wrong, I was praying, doing the things that I am supposed to do... All the while in the back of my head a bit of a "fake it 'til you make it" vibe.. Then Friday night I couldn't anymore. .. I knew I needed a blessing. I LOVE blessings.

Eki game me a blessing and used words in the right context that he doesn't even know the meaning to. I love that part. He said things that brought hope back to my life. I was councled, chastised and loved in my blessing. It was a turning point.

Then Sunday during our "linger longer" at church I went to the car to read my scriptures as I has been counsled to do.... After a very logical disvussion with myself of where I shoudl read, i found myself in the middle of the Bible where i THOUGHT that one story was.... instead I found myself right smack dab in the middle of the story on MY LIFE right now!! I could not have read more of an account of my life and how I was feeling if I had writen it myself. And clear as anything I KNOW that it was my Father telling me he knows where I am. he knows my LOT.

ok so this post isnt really for you.. it is for me.. A record so that I can remember down the road....

Am I a Bigot?

2010-10-05T19:05:00.000-07:00

A lesbian friend of mine recently had a post on Facebook that has led to a lot of thought on my part this week.

I am home alone all day long and have a lot of time to think, read and reflect. All of this has boiled down to the question, am I a bigot? The word bigot has been thrown around a lot recently and I find myself wondering according to the LGBT community, where do I fit in? My opinions and beliefs are firm. This question is not posed to see if I need to change anything; it is posed instead to gain better understanding. You see I believe that MOST Christian people who are for Prop 8 are more like ME and less like the homophobic bullies and hateful monsters that have recently been shown on the news.

Let’s start with some basic definitions so that we are all on the same page (these were taken from Google of course. I took the first answer given, I didn’t scroll down to find one suitable for my use):

Bigot- a prejudiced person who is intolerant of any opinions differing from his own

Tolerant- showing respect for the rights or opinions or practices of others

Rights are variously construed as legal, social, or moral freedoms to act or refrain from acting, or entitlements to be acted upon or not acted upon. While the concept is fundamental to civilized societies, there is considerable disagreement about what is meant precisely by the term rights.

OK now that we have done that. Let me give you the facts to base your judgment.

I have recently (2 years) come back to the religion of my birth, I am LDS. I believe and support ALL of the comments made by President Boyd K Packer in the October 3rd morning session on General Conference. I have always agreed with the things that were said, even in my time away from the church.

Does that alone make me a bigot in your eyes? Assuming that we are all intelligent enough to base a decision on more than just one thing, let’s continue…

Just to be clear, I have never even as much as kissed another girl. I was a best friend and roommate to a friend while she went from being completely straight, to bi, to gay. I shared an apartment with that friend and at least 4 of her girlfriends. I used to go to gay clubs. I wouldn’t go to any clubs anymore… gay or straight. If I did still go to clubs I would happily take my husband into a gay club. I have helped my husband and others understand what I perceive to be untruths of the gay population, i.e. Just cause they are gay doesn’t mean they want to "do" YOU.. I have been termed a “fag-hag” on more than one occasion by gays and straights due to the extremely large amount of gay men who want to be my friend. Although I disagree with gay marriage, I feel like I have sympathy for couples and agree with things like being able to put any one person as a dependant on health coverage etc..

I try to treat everyone with respect, and with love.

I feel like that is enough to give you an idea of who I am. So now, I ask you the question..

Am I a bigot?

Anything like me

2010-08-18T05:51:00.000-07:00

Religion, politics and money.

Those are the three taboo subjects right.. Well its 1 am and I am about to vent on another..

Yesterday I was washing dishes in the middle of the afternoon listening to country radio online, a song came on that I haven't heard before by Brad Paisley called Anything Like Me, all about an expectant father. in the middle of washing, my hands had to catch me on the side of the counter, I let the dishwater catch my tears.

Three days ago, I was waiting for Eki to get home done with all that I had to do so decided to watch the movie Julie and Julia. There is a scene where Julia Childs gets a letter from her sister who has been married for a few months, informing Julia that the sister is pregnant. In the middle painful tears she cries into her husbands chest how "wonderful it is". I know her pain.

It feels at times like such a curse to be the one's that are "So good with babies, it is too bad they don't have any of their own". I adore holding children and yet sometimes refrain from doing so because of how pathetic I look and feel. I used to do so, unabashedly until I walked into a room where I was being mocked for it. Something about seeing the way others see you.

And now, the trial of all trials. I have been called into nursery. I haven't been to church in two weeks. I wonder if Heavenly Father is actually BLESSING me with illness to give me more time to prep myself. How in the world am I going to balance the obvious outcome of falling in love with all of the 18 children in nursery, with the pure unadulterated emptiness of longing for my own.

2010-06-17T21:19:00.000-07:00

Ok so I am having a hard time writing every day like I should.. Just because I can't seem to think of anything to write about. So today i looked online and found a site with a Question Of The Day.. So... on day's that I cant seem to think of anything to write about.. I will defer to that...

Today's question; Ice cream season is here! What's your favorite flavor? How do you take it? (Cup, cone, waffle cone, sundae etc.)

First of all, I think whoever came up with this question needs a mental exam! Ice Cream Season?? Who ever heard of something to ridiculous! EVERY SEASON is Ice Cream Season! It doesn't matter if it is a hot summer day or a cold winters night. Ice Cream is RIGHT!

I Love Ice Cream! It is a family tradition! When we were small I remember a friend of the family telling us that he has placed abet on how often the "Juniors" ate ice cream a week. The winning number? 6! When we were very small we would get the Half gallon box of ice cream and open the whole thing up and slice it evenly for the 7 of us. I distinctly remember the slices being beautifully even since the "slicer" got to pick last which one was theirs.. As we got older mom would buy the big tubs of vanilla and a bottle of Hershey's was always in the fridge. I also remember a FHE challenge to us to read a section of scripture. Each of us had a different section based on our age.. The reward? Ice Cream! An Earthquake from Baskin Robbins! Every year when it was time for our eye exams, dad would take us to Baskin Robbins for a scoop. And it was there.. at 31 flavors, that I met my first love.... Dark, Mysterious, Worldly, Smooth and Silky. World Class chocolate would forever be mine. A perfect mix of White Chocolate, Milk Chocolate and Dark Chocolate Ice Cream... My life was complete! (Of course this was WAY before the age of Eki)

Years later, I was visiting my oldest Brother in Vegas. He and his wife had found a New Favorite Flavor. I was skeptical.. BUT, strangely Jason and I have VERY similar tastes even to the oddities that we both don't like chicken on bones (that is another story). So that night Jason, Sydni and I scooped into my 2nd Ice Cream Love. Hagan Daas Strawberry! It is made with all natural ingredients, simple; Cream, Milk, Sugar, Eggs and Strawberries. How appealing is THAT!

So whether I was in the mood for Fruit or Chocolate I was set..

Since moving to NZ I have had to partially give up my love of Ice Cream. I don't get very excited about it anymore. So many stabilizers etc that most of it tastes like flavored frozen cool whip. Not a fan. But every now and then when my husband is VERY pleased with me... He knows how to make me the happiest girl in the world! Movenpick freshly scooped chocolate with chocolate sauce and whipped cream in a waffle cone.

A bunch of Fools...

2010-06-15T17:23:00.000-07:00

We took our car home last Friday morning at 6am after pulling an all nighter at his parents’ house. We haven’t had our car for a month while it was getting fixed. It felt good to drive again. after sleeping all day, Eki took the car to a friend’s house for a minute.. And guess what?? Accident! Eki was hit by a drunk driver! Ok so first and foremost, Eki is fine. The guy hit the driver side straight on like a "T" and my husband wasn’t even bruised! I am so grateful for that.

This incident has led to many thoughts this week.

First, I had what I believe is my first panic attack. I have had anxiety in the past, but nothing like this. I thought I was fine because Eki was fine and I wasn't even in the car. That is what I get for thinkin’. Later Friday night, I saw that Eki ate an extra pie. We buy him 6 meat pies for his lunches.. One for each day of the week. I went to the fridge and saw that there were none left! We don’t buy them until Wednesday, which means that he would have 2 days without food. I flipped! Seriously I know that this borders on insanity, bare with me, it will hopefully make sense in a minute.. I got so upset with Eki for eating an extra pie! (yes I am laughing now at the shear ludicrousy of it) I realized at the time it was silly, I even knew that we had the money to buy him more.. But something I had planned on and expected went wrong.. Within 1/2 hour I had gone from upset to PANIC and after that to the realization that I could have LOST him that quickly! I was home chillin and my husband was in an accident that could have taken his life. Needless to say I realized that the freak-out was not about the pie at all, but about my lack of control over life in general. That my husband, my world, could be gone in an instant.. That is how it happens.. My mom didn't wake up that morning knowing that my dad would never be able to have a conversation with her again. My friend Angela didn’t wake up that morning thinking that she would be in her early 30's raising 6 kids by herself. We don't get a warning like on an airplane to "fasten your seatbelts, we are about to hit turbulence".

The second thing that came out of the accident is this, here in NZ people don’t automatically call the cops for accidents like they do in the States. It really is up to the people involved. Probably not surprising, but due to Eki's history, we have a HUGE reluctancy to get police involved in anything! We would really prefer to handle everything ourselves. So, when the guy hit Eki, they got out to talk.. Eki first noticed the guy had been drinking! ~~Although it personally offends Eki, he has no need to make sure that punishment is given by the law for such an infraction. We believe that change comes from within, not something a ticket will change.. ~~ The guy asked Eki repeatedly to not call the cops. He also said he had insurance and that he would cover everything. Eki got all of his details and they left it at that.. The next morning Eki called him to sort out the details and... surprise, surprise, the drunk driver that thought it was a good idea to overtake my husband while he was turning NOW thought it was a good idea to say it was Eki's fault! Well not standing for that, Eki called the insurance company to lodge a complaint and.. surprise, surprise, the drunk driver that thought it was a good idea to overtake my husband while he was turning and then thought it was a good idea to say it was all Eki's fault had LIED about having insurance!

So here we are, A wife with serious anxiety of losing her husband that is just fine, A car that has major chassis damage, A guy with no values, and A husband who a year and a half ago thought that he would live his life in a way so that he never again would have to deal with cops and go to court.

And after all of that, after all the clutter of the world, we remember, We Are Sealed! My parents are sealed, my friend is sealed, and all that REALLY matters is keeping our covenants so that we can have an eternity together.

**Disclosure** It is very uncharacteristic of me to be upset about a pie being eaten. Eki is not living with the food patrol Nazi... Just sayin...

Thirty~something

2010-06-13T18:22:00.000-07:00

Do you remember that show thirtysomething? I never watched it.. I remember thinking as a kid how they were wasting quality TV time on a show about OLD people!

Well next week is my birthday and I am going to be thirty~~something. It is funny how different birthdays have stood out in my life...

I have had big parties, no parties and 5 day parties. I have been happy and joyful on my birthday's and I have been sad and alone. I have been excited to get older (16) and I have cried in the grocery store because I was sooo old (25) on my birthday. I even have had police detectives haul me "downtown" to question me about a murder on my birthday! Last year on my birthday, I ended up slapping my husband....twice.... Luckily he was laughing...

As I think about my Birthday's and everything that I have seen in my life. I am so grateful to be at this point in my life.. In fact.. this year I believe will mark the happiest in all of my life! Hopefully I will say that exact same thing every year from here on out.

Eki is planning my birthday. I have no idea what he has in store! I love that! The only two things I am sure of, is that it will start with a pedicure and end with a kiss. What more can I ask for?

So 8 days to go.. and I am starting to get excited! Did I mention that I LOVE my birthday's!

Matai

2010-05-14T12:12:00.000-07:00

Very soon after meeting Eki, I saw the tattoo peeping out of his sleeve with the word Matautia. Of course all I was concerned about was that this wasn't some girls name that he has foolishly branded himself with before meeting me. I was relieved to learn that this was his Matai name. Eki is an Ali'i, a chief level that is regarded high enough that if ever at a family meeting, others would speak and state their case, and Eki as the Ali'i would be asked to make final decisions. That was all that I understood at the time, and that was enough for me.

Last night Eki was asked twice what his Matai name was. Both times when he told, the men inquiring had the same reaction. Almost visible jaw dropage. This was one of the first times that the subject came up here in New Zealand outside of family events. The reaction was staggering. After we left our function we talked for a while about the Matai, the implications and our combined lack of knowledge.

Previously we have had a bit of the stance that our gospel culture comes first and doesn't leave much room for anything else. However, after last night, seeing the immediate respect and even being told "I view you in a different light now", we got thinking.... If this is something that these men understand, and Eki as a worthy priesthood holder can use it for the good..... Right away, I joked that maybe more people will come to events that Eki invites them too. Although I was joking, what if it is true?

My parents and Eki's parents were always VERY active in Church AND community. I guess last night we realized that we aren't kids anymore (a realization we had AFTER shaking our booty's on the dance floor like 16 year olds). Eki's dad wasn't around to be an even higher Matai than Eki last night. Eki was IT. Maybe it is time to fully understand what that means and the possible good that Eki and I can do because of it..

So today while we go to visit family in the south, we have an agenda, more information on the Matai.....

ANTM

2010-05-01T15:11:00.000-07:00

When I lived in Tucson before moving to New Zealand, I lied in my brothers guest house. Every Wednesday night His wife and I would meet in the living room of their home to watch America's Next Top Model. On this very special day of the week, we would plan what dinner we would be eating that night, waiting until her 4 rug rats went to bed. Usually it was a quick trip to Carls Jr. Nothing like eating a 3000 calorie meal while watching 100 lbs models fight it out.

The rest of the week was pretty hectic, but ANTM grew to be "our thing". We would laugh at the cat fights, judge the pictures and bet very early on who would make it til the end. I still occasionally watch ANTM, but Crystal isn't here and it isn't as fun. I miss her.

Every season on the show once the girls get down to 5 or 6 they travel to a fashion capitol of the world to finish the remaining shows. This season, they came to New Zealand!

Last Wednesday night, I watched on TV, the girls land in the airport I have seen to so many times. They drove on the motor way and showed Mangere Bridge where my in-laws live. Then they showed the Auckland skyline, the exact same view Eki and I see every day of our lives. The girls had a challenge right away, but when they were done and taken to their home I was SHOCKED to realize that they were driving them north of Auckland into North Shore where I live! They took the same exit that Eki and I take to go to the beach 10 minutes away from us. Then they pulled up to the tallest building in Takapuna, Where Eki and I had our first date and where we go often for a night time stroll past the shops. In the morning the girls woke up and looked out over MY OCEAN. They Squealed over how beautiful it was, and "not being able to believe that they were here" and "who knew that a place in the world even looked like this". The whole time the camera was showing My Home.

And in normal Darci fashion.... I bawled...

I miss my sister. I miss my family. I miss the States. BUT! I am so lucky to live here! My sister-in-law Crystal hasn't had a chance to come here. Yet, something about the TV show that her and I watched together, showing her my home made it feel like she was here.... I guess just that now she has a visual of where I walk, where I swim. It was strangely overwhelming to me. I felt grateful and laughed at the coincidence.

So thank you ANTM you were once again a highlight in my week!

Going at your own pace...

2010-04-28T18:48:00.000-07:00

I love to go swimming! I love almost everything about it. But every time I go swimming I am faced with a question. Jump right in or go in at my own pace. It is a good question to ponder life with..

We had a pool growing up and my family were all jumper's. A little water on the back of the neck and we were set! I was safe, I was resilient and it was one of the very few endorphin rushes that I was happy to experience. Some would say that jumping right it in ALWAYS the way to go. "Just get it over with" is heard around water along with "hurry and dunk your head under that is the worst part" and "it's like ripping off a band aide, it only hurts for a minute". In fact we were such a family of jumper's that when anyone came over and tried to ease in... those tauntings were coming from us.

Funny enough over the years I have become an "ease your way in" kinda girl.

Easing into the water inching down, planning in my head how far up my next step into the deep will take me, sorting out just how quickly or how slowly I need to go to let the cold of the water ease into my body thus preventing shortness of breath, goosebumps and the anxiousness of being too cold too quick? In that moment I focus on the warm sun on my back and how it can camouflage the cold of the water rising over my thighs. It is enjoyable and relaxing. I smile and I laugh at the wave that takes me by surprise. I am safe and although not so resilient, still an occasional rush.

As someone who now goes at my own pace, I have learned a valuable thing. There is nothing, Nothing, NOTHING worse than being in my zone, easing myself in, and a "Jumper" coming along and trying to dunk you! As a former jumper I understand their point of view. Jumpers honestly think that it is fun, and for the best and that if they can help you get wet faster you can come and enjoy the fun! WRONG... Once the dreaded dunk has occurred, all that I want to do is RECOIL!

I guess I think that in life there are times to jump right in! Jump into that new job! Jump into the gym! Jump into reading scriptures, eating healthier, praying every day, and into being positive. But there are also times when it is OK to go at my own pace. When I need to feel safe, when my heart is out for others to see, when I have been burned before....

So please, If I tell you I am going at my own pace don't try to dunk me!

We are... Back!

2010-04-27T00:42:00.000-07:00

“Every person should keep a journal and every person can keep a journal. It should be an enlightening one and should bring great blessings and happiness to the families. If there is anyone here who isn’t doing so, will you repent today and change—change your life?” Spencer W. Kimball

“Your journal should contain your true self rather than a picture of you when you are ‘made up’ for a public performance.... The truth should be told, but we should not emphasize the negative” (Spencer W. Kimball, “President Kimball Speaks Out on Personal Journals,” New Era, Dec. 1980, 26).

So, here I am repenting... I have a lesson to give this Sunday about journal keeping. In preparation for my lesson I came across these two quotes and they hit home, HARD. I have never been good at keeping a journal. I have tried many times and end up writing for a few days and then stopping. So, here I am... repenting. My new online journal.

I came home from youth tonight and was talking to Eki about what I was feeling and wanting to be better.. He could hardly believe what I was saying. I would never believe it, he told me, but just yesterday he had the thought come to him at work that he needed to start a journal. I do believe him. We are married, connected and Heavenly Father wants us to grow together. Of course he would prompt both of us for the same thing. This is not the first time it has happened nor will it be the last.

We were talking to each other about what my journal should include. About the possibility of ANYONE reading it. We spoke of wanting to be honest and yet always positive. In the midst of all of this I thought to myself, whatever would I write my first entry about? Just then it started to rain and we had to hurry down to our house before we got soaked! On the way down the path to our house, after my fourth step, what do I see? A HUGE Possum!! Just chillin in the middle of the walk! I scream. It stares at me. I jump back and yell for Eki. It still stares. Eki throws a rock at it. It STILL stares, and right then it hit me.. My first subject! So, thank you, possum that made me scream on the way home.

How often are our trials in life like that possum? We cruise along thinking everything is dandy and as we turn a corner, BAM! TRIAL! It could be anything.. And of course human nature we think just by spotting it, it should go away.. but no, it stays and stares. So then we get upset and maybe a little scared and scream for it to go away.. but no, it isn't scared by you, it just stares back. Throw a rock at it... sometimes this works.. but sometimes... more staring. SO what can you do? Well tonight, I took a few minutes.. Got up my courage! Made sure that Eki was in between me and the possum the whole way down and I slowly made my way past it to the security of my home. What more can we do? Get up our courage face our trials put Christ in between as a buffer and make our way safely home.

Yup, like I said thank you, possum that made me scream on the way home. I like the thoughts that you brought to me.

P.S. Anyone know what to do about a possum problem?

We Are..... Together!!

2008-11-28T20:27:00.001-08:00

First Sunday at Church

First Day at the beach (Takapuna Beach 5 min from Home)

Eki and his sister Theresa dancing at a cousins wedding

Eki and Nana (the model)

Eki and Uncle Willie comparing their Pe'a

Eki showing his appreciation to the Barbeque boys

Eki and Mom

Eki and Darci (Darci has on 3 1/2 inch heels, he really is taller!)

MMMM Junior Tacos!!!

Our view getting onto the "Motorway"

"we are!"

Eki at the Beach..

Scared of the water hitting his shorts....

30...(ish) goin on 16.....

Finally!! We have pictures to show you! It's me, the man of the house!!! And I'm HOME!!! Being home is hella grrrrrreat. Darci and I have been having a blast and I am soooo glad to be home. Life feels like it's just begun for us, but the trip is that we've been married for going on four years. And the beauty of it all is that we still feel like newlyweds. This picture is taken on the west coast at Piha Beach. It was sooo beautiful there. But you know what??? This is where we live. But don't you just love my manly pink shirt???? Ha. Ha.

Anywayz, I've been here for about a month and things are going better than either one of us could have imagined. Yes, it's beautiful.

My family threw a big ol' BBQ for me and Darci. There was alot of food and alot of family. And we enjoyed the strong feeling of welcome from everyone there. The funny thing was that there were about 60 to 70 people there and everyone kept apologizing about most of the family not being able to make it. They also said to see how much family turns up at the Christmas party...(at the beach) ... yeah, it's Christmas during summer time.

Well today, we were able to attend a wedding. It was coo'. My cousin got married and we went to support the bride and to meet what ever family didn't show up at the big ol' BBQ. Now we are just updating the blog to let everyone get a chance to see us living in New Zealand. It's beautiful out here. And to think we live in paradise.

Darci and I are doing our thang!!! I am working now and I get to go do my MAN thing and come home to appreciate that my woman does her WOMAN thing. Woman thing being that she can cook like all get out. Knows how to treat her man. Keeps a clean house. And always reminds me to pray and remember that the Lord is definately in our home. I always look forward to dinner time. Now anyone who knows anything about the "Junior Tacos" will know what I'm talking about, but I can't believe that with all the warnings about how good the Tacos were, that I would still be blown away by my woman's cooking. I've been home a month now and we've had those Tacos three times. And each time I can't beleive how good they are. She actually caught me while being caught up in eating one. I think that everyone will appreciate the enthusiasm with which I devoured the Taco... But excuse the fat face...

Soooo... Life is great. And living with this woman is more fun than you would ever believe. I am just expressing to everyone who cares, that I am soooo madly in Love with my Darci....(call it whoooped if you want)...til next time Holla!!!

We Are.....Learning!

2008-10-17T17:45:00.001-07:00

Hi Again! No pictures yet. As soon as I have my computer up and working I promise that no post will be without one! Another week has gone, if all goes well we are down to 11 days! Feels a bit like deja vu. I drove myself down to my in-laws today! First time on the motor way. I learned something interesting. The speed limit signs are NOT, I repeat NOT just silly signs on the road! They are there, as I learned today, to help people not get run over on their first time driving in a foreign country! You would think it was a simple as staying on the left hand side. There are so many more implications; blinker, also on the left, how many times I have now turned on my windshield wiper for no reason! How about exiting on the left, the left being the SLOW lane.. The list goes on and on.. I have found myself feeling more like a child than I have in a long time. literally learning by example.. For instance driving to my home I am on the left hand side but need to turn right. So, I am waiting for the oncoming traffic to have a break to go thru.. Just as I am ready to start swearing, a car in the oncoming right hand side lane stops and lets me go!!! I think to myself this has got to be the nicest country EVER! Crazy enough it happened again two days latter. I started doing it in return just because I didn't want to be pegged as the rude American. Then, my landlord came over last night and as we were visiting she asked, "so, have you figured out that if the person in the right hand lane is turning and there is someone waiting in the left hand lane to turn the right hand lane person gives way (yield) to the left hand turning?". So my lesson this week is that, maybe it is nice, or maybe it is a LAW.

More next week....

We Are..... Waiting!

2008-10-10T17:58:00.000-07:00

Well, It has been almost three weeks. No Eki yet. The hardest part has been not being able to talk to him to hear how he is doing. I did finally get to hear his voice yesterday. That was great, but the news that it brought me was that I will be alone until at least the 28th of this month. Gotta love the customs process! New Zealand (after the initial shock!) has been kind to me and a fun new atmosphere! Anywhere I go, as soon as I open my mouth the whole room looks to see who has the "accent"! I laugh everytime! That is it for now, more to come...

We Are..... Lucky!

2008-09-18T02:21:00.000-07:00

My kind and generous friend Jada offered to start up this blog for Eki and me. It will be a way for us to keep everyone up to date with our lives. To share with you New Zealand!

So here it is... My first post. Eki and I feel so lucky as the song says to be in love and to be coming home, together after so long! I moved my flight back to Saturday and feel so happy that my brother Jordan and his oldest daughter Serena will be joining me for my first week in Auckland. I am sure I will have much more to add about that adventure. It is 2 in the morning, but I wanted to put up a little something before I emailed you all this link.

Alofa Atu!

WE LOVE YOU

2008-09-17T18:43:00.000-07:00

Dear Darci & Eki,

We wish you many blessings on your new journey together and know that you will have happiness! Darci, we are so thankful for the opportunity we've had to get to know you and love you. I am so happy that I was able to create this blog for you and now hope that we and others will feel connected to your new life. We hope you have all the happiness you deserve!! We love you and will miss you tonz!

All Our Aloha,

Tommy, Jada, & Kealani