Graceful

My brother Errol is orchestrating the whole party for us on Sunday. He is cooking the food for the one hundred guests. If you haven’t been to a local party, it’s an experience to behold. Erroll cooks the food outside in an industry sized wok. When I say cook, I mean back to back fry, saute and boil for a straight ten hours. He has mastered the art of cooking huge events, because he’s been doing it for at least ten years. Despite that, his cooking is superb.

We drive back to our hotel from Ziarra's barbeque. Shane, as usual, get him in a moving vehicle and he passes out like a newborn baby. Meanwhile, Kyle is fiddling with something in the backseat. I think he's going on about the zipper on his backpack being broken. As I drive East towards Diamond Head, the bright stars and the bold mountains scale the night sky and all I feel is special. Special to be here. Special to be with the people that I love.

I'm touched with tears, because my family is working hard to make our stay here special and comfortable. They made certain that Shane and Kyle feel at home. My brothers jest with them as if they were childhood friends. This is one of the charms of my family. Their kindness is obscenely beautiful. It’s been a treasure being with my family.

I can’t wait for my friends and Shane’s family to meet the Cadelinia’s. This is Shellie getting choked up over let's just call it pure love, back to you Bob at your fogy tv studio.