It was an ordinary evening when my mobile phone rang.
“Hi Love, it’s me!”
I hadn’t expected to hear from Nathan – he was attending a Four Seasons Promotional event up in London.
I detected an air of excitement in his voice, but was not the slightest bit prepared for what was to come. Most people would only dream of receiving a phone call like this.
“You won’t believe it!” he said.
“What?” I implored, the tension mounting. “Tell me!”
“I’ve just won a trip for two…to the Maldives!”
A trip for two? But that would mean leaving our four children. Who would look after them? I couldn’t possibly ask my parents to have them again, could I?
“Noooo way?!” I said, in the most cheery voice that I could muster.
“Yep…it was the top prize! All our name badges were put into a hat and mine got pulled out! I’ve been praying that we could see the Indian Ocean…We’re off to the Maldives, baby!”
I gulped. We were off to the Maldives.
“Oh wow! That’s…fantastic!”
Now my husband knows me all too well. “Hey, don’t worry about the kids! This is the trip of a life-time! It’s only for a week. They’ll be fine. I’m sure your mum and dad would be happy for you to go.”
He was probably right.
It dawned on me. Most people would be running around the house whoop-whooping at news like this. And there was I, standing motionless, like a sack of old spuds, almost wishing that this wasn’t happening to me.
But it really was…