I posted on Facebook that hubby and I had gone out to dinner and a movie with our pastor and his wife on Friday night. I also mentioned on Facebook that after we parted with the pastoral couple, I was waiting the van in a WalMart parking lot while my hunney went inside “for a surprise.”
What would it be? Chocolate, probably. Maybe chocolate and flowers. Or maybe strawberries and whipped cream.
When he finally came out carrying a WalMart sack, he wasn’t ready to show the surprise yet. Instead, he suggested we go check showtimes on a second movie. The night was young and I had misunderstood our plans for the evening, mistakenly telling the kids we’d be out til after 1 AM. We had time to kill. I jokingly told hubby that since we had to come town again the following day, we could save gas and stay the night in a seedy hotel for about the same price. He chuckled a little, I think.
Instead of returning to the theater we had just left, we headed farther into town toward a new fancy theater. I needed to find a restroom but assured him I could wait til we got there. I had never been to this particular theater so I didn’t notice when we missed the turn. We looped around on the frontage road and when I looked around, we were pulling into the parking lot of a very nice hotel.
A few possibilities came to mind: were we stopping somewhere with a nice restroom? Was he going to propose staying here for the night? Or…
We headed toward the side of the building and he pulled a key card out of his pocket. As he handed it to me, I wondered briefly if you could buy those at WalMart these days.
He followed, directing me from behind. In the door, up one flight of stairs, turn to the left, room 302. I opened the door.
Inside, I saw a bouquet of balloons, flanked on either side by clear glass bowls. One bowl had blueberries, and the other was full of strawberries. Each bowl rested on a glass plate, surrounded by chocolates. On the table was a bottle of champagne and 2 wine glasses.
In the bedroom was a dozen red roses. Chocolates lay sprinkled on the pillows, and a bowl of dark chocolate M&Ms were on the nightstand.
The refrigerator held cream cheese dip and whipped cream for the berries. There was also yogurt and more fresh fruit. In the freezer were 2 containers of Haagen Daz ice cream, coffee and chocolate.
I nibbled on the strawberries and blueberries, taking all this in, as hubby pulled vanilla candles from his bag and lit them in the living room and bedroom. He pulled out a jar of lavender bath salts and drew me a bath. I followed him to find a bottle of massage oil on the bathroom counter.
The best part may have been the attention to details – the particular details that he knew would be important to me. He knows I don’t mind wearing my clothes a second time, but he made sure I had fresh underclothes, a toothbrush, and dental floss. He remembered matches to light the candles, and bought a whole case of them since we go through them like crazy at home.
He even took into consideration that the bottom line was important to me. He had splurged on the “important” things to make the evening incredibly special, but shopped at the Dollar Tree to save wherever he could, and made sure to buy things that I would be able to use at home. He even chose a night between 2 days that we were obligated to be in town, saving us $30 in gas since we didn’t have to go home in between.
I take it back. The best part is that he still manages to utterly surprise me after all these years. I knew I was married to a romantic, but I never suspected what he was up to.
Apparently I surprised him too, because he’s still laughing at me. He insists he woke several times during the night to the sound of M&M’s clinking against the glass bowl. I decline to comment on the matter.