- 4 years ago
- Wedding: July 2012
I want to share my story with you in the hopes that maybe some men will get this, read it, and maybe make a gesture like this to their girlfriends/wives. Darling Husband is typically a romantic guy. In the past year, we have had the BEST relationship. We communicate better than we ever have and just overall are so happy, but I’ll admit that romance, small gestures, big gestures (even–dare I say–sex) have taken a back seat to all the things that have been overtaking our daily life. And it especially isn’t easier now that I am 15 weeks pregnant too.
On Thursday Darling Husband had done all the clothes and cleaned the whole house. I was thankful since he had the next two days off from teaching and had the opportunity instead to do things he would want to do with his days off. Come Friday, he woke up at 6:30. I was so upset his alarm went off while I was stilll sleeping. I asked why he was up so early on a day off, and he said, “I was thinking of going hunting.” Since that isn’t out of the ordinary for him, I just said ok and showered.
After doing my hair, Darling Husband had my favorite breakfast made for me: french toast with strawberries and whipped cream, bacon, and scrambled eggs. I cried because it was such a moving gesture, since I especially didn’t want to go to work. Our conversation from there went like this:
Me: Why did you make such a good breakfast for me?
Darling Husband: Well, I have a surprise for you.
I guess at this point it was a “you had to be there” moment, but I looked shocked.
Me: You do? What is it?!
Darling Husband: I can’t tell you that, but I can tell you that…you’re not going in to work today.
At this point I gave the same look a dog does when you say treat, lol.
Me: What?! I don’t? (He showed me the e-mail correspondance he had WITH MY BOSS, who told him all my work was taken care of and to have fun).
Darling Husband: Nope. I did clothes so you would have something to wear. I cleaned the house so you’d have no excuse to stay home, and I cancelled our double date. Finish breakfast and then go pack. I made a list of all the things you will need so you won’t forget anything. There are also two Top Secret envelopes, but you can’t open them. You will get to open one later today and then tomorrow night.
Bees, I cried. I hugged. I kissed. I freaked out because, as a type A planner, I had no idea where I was going, what I was doing, if I truly was packing the right things, if I was flying, nothing. I had to trust my husband had everything taken care of. I packed, and we left. He even had arrangements for the dog already made with my parents.
I live in a very small town in ND, and this will become apparent later on, but we got to the nearest town with an airport, and I started to freak because he took me to the door. I said, “I’m going to fly?” I got my stuff out of the car, ready to talk into the airport, and that little shit says, “No, I’m just kidding. Get back in the car.” Lol. We ended up driving to Minneapolis. Once we got there we ate and then it was time for me to open Top Secret Envelope #1. I opened it to find tickets to the Broadway musical Wicked. I was happy, but secretly I was like, “DH built me all up for tickets to Wicked?” I know, a terribly selfish thought. He has always wanted to see Wicked and is even having his kids sing some songs from it.
Wicked was great. We had decent seats, and I very much enjoyed myself. He said that Saturday was the epic surprise. I guessed going to a Christmas Festival, Hanson, another Broadway show, a football game, Michael Buble, just a ton of stuff. I even asked if he planned on killing me, lol. He refused to tell me (although he did say he wasn’t going to murder me). We had all day Saturday, so he took me shopping at Mall of America. He said, “This whole weekend is about you, so whatever stores you want to do in to, we will go.” I got to hit up every maternity store and buy a whole new outfit, including shoes.
Saturday evening came, and of course I had to go eat at Cheesecake Factory because MN is our closest one. Darling Husband told me it was time to go to our CONCERT at the Target Center, but wouldn’t tell me who. He even made me put my head down and shut my eyes until he got in the parking ramp so I couldn’t see anything. The whole time I am thinking, “It’s Keane or Michael Buble. It has to be.” I even built myself up so much I convinced myself I would be disappointed if it were anything else. What an idiot.
Time for Top Secret Envelope #2. I tore open the envelope, and it took me forever to find the name, but I found it. I was going to Josh Groban, my all-time favorite singer! I never guessed him, of all people, because I never in a million years thought I’d EVER get to go to him! Darling Husband had stalked Ticketmaster, and once tickets went on sale he bought them.
Bees, I was so excited I screamed like a banshee in the car, proceeded to get out of the car and jump around screaming some more, and run over to the driver’s side to kiss my husband…all while this older couple was watching me with their mouths hanging open and probably wondering why I wasn’t medicated before they let me out of the nuthouse, lol.
Darling Husband told me to get any memorabilia I wanted. I got two shirts (that I will probably only fit into for the next month lol). I figured I would be sitting in the nosebleed section. No. Darling Husband made sure to get the best possible seats.
I was 3 rows from the VIP section of the floor. I could *almost* see the snot coming out of Groban’s nose. He was FANFUCKINGTASTIC. I was on cloud nine the whole night. He did so many beautiful songs, and it was even better to see him in concert than it is listening to him on Pandora.
And just because I love Josh Groban:
The next morning Darling Husband took me to Panera for breakfast because we do not have one nearby and then we went home. Napoleon, our puppy, hardly got any sleep the whole weekend, so after he greeted us with many, many, many snuggles he conked out for 11 hours. Even this morning he was still sleepy. He was so tired I thought he was going to fall asleep while eating his food, lol.
My husband is an absolutely amazing man. To be able to keep this secret for 6 months was amazing, and to not have it spoiled was even better. He said, “You have no idea how hard this was. I wanted to tell you so many times, especially the other night when you were listening to Josh Groban’s Christmas music and you said look, I have goosebumps he’s so good. I was so scared because your mom planned that trip to Deadwood, and then you were planning your girls weekend and I thought something was going to get planned over the top, and I’d have to tell you. I was so scared that you were going to get burned out from all these trips.”
Bees, I learned a few things: One, I trust my husband. Even an extreme planner who has to have my grubby little fingers in everything, Darling Husband is perfect capable of planning an amazing weekend himself without me interfering. Two, There doesn’t have to be a rhyme or reason for a suprise getaway weekend. Darling Husband has always been one to never plan things on anniversaries or special days. And Three, I will be forever grateful to my husband, and I am not sure how I will ever be able to give me a weekend like this the rest of our life. I have an absolutely wonderful man, who took a whole weekend and selflessly made it all about me and didn’t forcus on himself for one minute. I am truly and completely blessed to have someone so wonderful in my life, and I look forward to many more years of happiness and love.