It Just Gets Better.
This weekend was the most romantic of my life. It all started with a phone call.
I was driving home from pmac (backwards) and my cell rang. I almost didn't answer it, as of July 1, California is hands-free while driving (I hate ear pieces), but I hit speaker.
On the other end was my husband, who had supposedly headed down south to check on our non-summer house and would be back tomorrow. He said, "Pack a bag. Include something nice to wear to dinner. You can shower when you get there." Then he hung up.
I was all a twitter. My husband is a good man, fantastic father and hotter than all get out. But, not exactly the type that plans romantic get-aways. That's my job. Our ten year anniversary is July 25th and apparently, he was surprising me early.
I got home, packed some stuff and waited. He walked in and handed me a key.
Okay, then--take all the time you need. Until Monday.
Don't make us wait to long please.
Now give it up!
I only like surprises when they are somebody elses.
You say it's romantic, so I vote the hotel suite.
You definitely have a very cool husband!!
Thanks for checking in with me ... it meant the world to me.
Your real life is better than fiction. I think you and Candy Man have redifined romance and marriage. :)
I can't wait to hear more!!!!!
Crimeny.... so not fair.
Ooooo! In a hurry to read the next one...