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.