There are some days that strike deep into your soul as the epitome of the finer things of being human. Today is one of those days. It is a day when we felt the warmth of an entire extended Samoan family and their joy. It is just not their relationship to each other, but to us as well.
Maybe it is the surprise little gifts bestowed on Mary. Maybe it is watching the mothers joyfully rehearse and later perform in a racy sort of way at church. It could be the food, some of which I grew and prepared. It could be watching generations singing and dancing together. Maybe it is the laughter and new clothes, or the children. It could be the myriad parts of Samoan culture that mysteriously overwhelm you and make it difficult to convey what a wonderful day this Mother’s Day is.
One of the several rehersals.
Our host father at the keyboard.
Mary's hand made Mother's Day dress.
The signing and dancing mothers from our extended Samoan family.
This is one rocking, crotch crabbing group of mothers.
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