Hawaii 2

     One of the large group excursions included snorkeling and scuba diving. My certified sisters and dad decided to scuba dive while the rest of the group focused more on snorkeling. I wanted to snorkel so badly but after weighing my options, I chose to hang on the beach with my baby girl instead of joining the group in the water. I was very nervous that a shark would see my pregnant bod, mistake me for a large seal and have me for dinner. Dry land seemed to be a safer option, although Tina’s godfather thought otherwise.
     He is a Hawaiian cop and was very concerned with our choice of beach for our water activities. I guess many illegal happenings had occurred in that park and he was concerned for our safety. Luckily for us, he sent out a squad car to monitor the area while we enjoyed ourselves.
     But even with a police escort, my mother, with her sometimes skeptical attitude, thought that she should also monitor the area. She literally sat in a lawn chair next to the cars the entire time we were at the beach. I’m not sure what she thought she was going to do if someone actually tried to break into the cars, but she sat there just the same. I knew I got my stubbornness from someone. We all tried to convince her that a cop with a gun had a much better chance with “the bad guys” than she did as a fifty-four year old female, non-cop. She did not listen to our reasoning so we gave up and chose the beach over the parking lot. And in case you were wondering, “the bad guys” never showed up.
     Following our scuba/snorkeling outing, Tina’s godparents invited our entire group to Ala Moana Park the next afternoon for a real Hawaiian barbeque. How exciting!
     The barbeque was on a Sunday and apparently it was the thing to do that day because every Hawaiian on Oahu seemed to be grilling out in the park. Because of their experience with that particular park, Tina’s godparents showed up early and found us a nice spot on a peninsula and were well into the cooking process by the time we met up with them.
     My dad and I decided to strike up a conversation about Hawaii with Tina’s godfather as he cooked Hawaiian hot dogs. We both love Hawaii and wanted to know about his family and the Hawaiian culture but we could not stop staring at the hot dogs. They were red, bright red, almost fluorescent. I swear to you, I have never seen hot dogs like that before. With a little convincing, I did finally take a bite and they tasted the same as an everyday dog. I just hope that they were not as radioactive as they looked.
     While we tried to relax in the park, my daughter ran around like crazy exercising her little legs. Her favorite thing to say on this trip was “walk? walk?” She was just learning to speak and the word walk came out of her mouth most of the day starting at six o’clock every morning. Everyone in our group assisted me by taking turns walking with her because my pregnant body could only take so much. My girl and I were so lucky to have so many loving people around willing to help us out.
     The other focus at the barbeque, besides the hot dogs and my baby girl, was Tina and Luke’s wedding. Even though we were all on vacation, we were also extremely excited get moving on the wedding plans. We could not wait for the two love birds to tie the knot.
     First of all, we attended the groom’s dinner at Duke’s Restaurant and Barefoot Bar. That place has everything a person could ask for when visiting a tropical island. It has tiki torches, thatched umbrellas, a great view of the beach and ocean and great food. We ate, drank and enjoyed Tina and Luke’s last night of singledom.
     Later that night, the guys got together for a stag party in one of our hotel rooms and the girls hosted a shower/bachelorette party for the bride-to-be in another room. I can’t speak for the guys but the girls had a blast. We laughed, played naughty games and gave Tina naughty presents. We know how to have a good time.
     The wedding was the next day and took place midweek, leaving the bride and groom ample time for a honeymoon. And crazy enough, it was cold that day. When I lived in Hawaii, it did not get below eighty degrees ever but that day it was maybe seventy and windy. We were cold and we are from Minnesota. Nobody anticipated cold weather, so we were lucky if we had a light sweater in our luggage.
     We all met in the lobby of the hotel and received a lot of attention. Weddings in Hawaii are very common but being a part of one made all of us feel very special. We all looked great and were beaming from ear to ear.
     Once we arrived at the wedding site, the location helped us forget about the cold, for a while anyway. The site overlooked the ocean on a rocky cliff with Diamond Head in the background. Then beautiful trellises with flowers and vines enhanced the atmosphere while my dad strolled around playing the ukulele Tina’s Godparents brought to the wedding. Luke’s mom, brother and friend also joined us at the last minute giving us a grand total of twenty-two people at the destination wedding.
     My daughter was slated to be the flower girl and had practiced her flower tossing moves with Tina’s sisters before the main event, but once the wedding began, she decided to give up her roll and explore her surroundings instead. Luckily, someone videotaped the wedding because I missed the whole thing chasing after her. And let me tell you, running after an eighteen month old child in heals and pregnant was not an easy task.
     What I did experience during my time at the wedding, was ultimate joy. Tina looked beautiful and Luke as handsome as ever. Our mothers cried for most of the ceremony along with the bride, groom and all of the sisters. We are quite an emotional group.
     The pictures followed the nuptials and they were amazing. The ocean surrounded the backdrop with Diamond Head in the far distance. The sun was setting as everyone radiated happy thoughts toward the bride and groom. Even though it was cold, the pictures captured the spirit of the event not the goose bumps. I am now a huge fan of destination weddings after that wonderful experience.
     Eventually we had hit our tolerance of cold, windy weather so we gathered our things and headed to the Sheraton for the reception. I just love that hotel. It looks like an old southern manor with white porches surrounding it and the most beautiful banyan tree filling the entire outdoor patio. Then you add the smell of the ocean, the sound of live Hawaiian music and a loving family—what more could one ask for? That is what life is all about. If you don’t have family and friends to share life’s great moments, you don’t have anything. I feel blessed to understand this much about life at my age. Thank you, Haider and Fonio families, for your everlasting love, constant support and for a fabulous vacation.