Trapped in Paradise Part One
By Brandy Black
We spent my 40th birthday in Hawaii, all 6 of us – me, my wife, our three kids, and the nanny. I had been planning this for months. Who better to spend my big milestone birthday with then my wife and children?! After packing and planning for days we were off to the airport, big floppy hats and all. The flight started off rather pleasant, one twin my me, my wife with the other, and our 5-year-old pleasantly entertained by the mini screen on the seat back in front of her. All was smooth until she spilled orange juice all over herself and the seat. Suddenly I had to pass a twin over to Susan while trying to juggle our food trays and manage a screaming kid who was now wet and uncomfortable and oh yeah, I packed a back up plane outfit for each baby, but didn’t consider needing one for our oldest! This began the long list of complications that came with our trip to Hawaii.
By the time we arrived we were all thoroughly exhausted and hungry. We gobbled down pizza, leaving food all over the floor around us, and raced back to the room to put all the kids to sleep. We had a date on my birthday night after all the littles were tucked snuggly in their beds. I cried over late-night drinks about how grateful I am to have the family that I do and all the sweet friends that sent in letters and videos for my big day. My wife had compiled everything and played me a DVD upon arrival. It was all that I could have asked for.
But what was about to come in Hawaii was not at all what I had bargained for…