On a warm night under a blanket of stars, a kāne and wahine sat by the sea, their hearts open and hopeful for the life they dreamed of. As the ocean waves whispered stories of old, they drifted into sleep, and there, in the world between worlds, a vision came to them.

In their dream, they saw a canoe—a waʻa, strong and graceful, gliding on calm waters. Painted on its side were names, each one shining with mana, each one meant for them. They knew, deep in their naʻau, that these names were more than just words; they were blessings, a promise from Ke Akua of the family that would come.

The first name they saw carved into the wood was Mia, a word that meant “sweetheart.” In their dream, they saw this girl filled with aloha, strong in spirit, with the heart of a true aliʻi. Mia would be their eldest, a daughter to lead with courage and kindness, a steady presence that would guide her siblings and inspire all who crossed her path. Mia would be like the first light of dawn, her name a reminder of love and warmth, and her spirit a gift to her ʻOhana.

As their vision deepened, another name appeared on the waʻa: Gabriel, named after the archangel of old stories. They saw him as their son, a young kāne whose heart would be wide open, welcoming everyone as family. In the dream, they saw Gabriel connecting people from all walks of life, his laughter like a lei that binds, his love like waves that travel far beyond their shores. Gabriel would carry aloha wherever he went, his presence a bridge between cultures, drawing others to him with ease.

And then, the final name glowed brightly in the evening sky: Arcturus, the Hokulea, the guiding star. This name felt powerful and steady, like the ancient voyagers who once navigated by starlight. Arcturus would be their last-born, the youngest to complete their ʻohana. In the vision, he was the anchor, the one who would remind them all of where they came from, holding them close to their roots even as they journeyed out into the world. Like Hokulea, he would be their guiding star, bringing their family together no matter where life’s waves might take them.

The couple woke from this dream with a sense of awe, knowing they had seen a glimpse of the life awaiting them. Each name felt sacred, like a gift wrapped in aloha and shared by Ke Akua. In time, they welcomed their children into this world: Mia, their firstborn and their leader; Gabriel, their heart that reached beyond the horizon; and Arcturus, their star, the one to keep them grounded.

They carved these names onto the family waʻa, so that everyone who came to visit could feel the story of their ʻohana. The waʻa became a symbol of their journey, a reminder that they were bound together by love, by purpose, and by God’s blessing. As they watched their keiki grow, they saw their dream become reality, each child’s name living up to its meaning, their lives weaving a story of aloha and unity that reached across generations and seas.

And so, the family was blessed beyond measure, forever connected to each other, to the land, to the sea, and to the guiding light of Ke Akua’s plan.