Holiday Traveling Travails

Some of my favorite holiday stories ever come from the Knaff family and the traveling travails of their daughter, Connie.  The last of the four Knaff girls, Connie is a little thing with a big personality. She tops off around five foot. Her husband towers over her, coming in at six-four. They have three sons, triplets, and it looks like they all have their daddy’s build. Connie says birthing those three boys was the easy part. She freely admits that they’ve been a continuing education course ever since.

Connie and her family live clear across the country from the Knaffs so they almost always fly home. Thankfully, the trip is getting easier as the boys get older but I remember when they were toddlers. Back then Connie looked like she needed a padded room by the time she made it to her mama’s house. Like that time when she and the boys made the Christmas trip without Ken. He wasn’t going to get a lot of time off for Christmas that year, and Connie wanted to have longer with her folks. At least that’s what she thought on the front end of the trip. On the back end, Connie swore she would never do it again.  The boys were three that year and terribly excited about flying in the big plane and seeing their grandparents. Connie was having a hard enough time containing them, and that was before they got snowed in on the connecting leg of their trip and spent six extra hours in DFW.

Poor Connie was exhausted by the time she finally reached the ticket counter on her rescheduled flight. “Ma’am,” the guy behind the counter said. “Have any of the items you plan to take with you on this flight been out of your immediate control since your arrival at the airport”?

Connie says the whole line giggled when she replied honestly, “The luggage, no; the boys, absolutely.”

 

 

Hugs, Shellie