Oh, what a trip it has been. The adventure has started, even weeks before I get on the plane.
For that, I have you to thank, Dear Reader.
It was just a few weeks ago that I asked you for some marital advice. I shared how my husband has this crazy, geeky hobby where he collects frequent flier miles without flying. How he’s whisking me off to a tropical paradise in the Maldives.
That was where I was stuck. The next part of the journey was to be a surprise. Husband thought this was a grand idea. “Romantic and fun” are the words I think he used.
I thought it was, well, not.
And so I turned it over to you. “Should I let my husband surprise me?” I asked.
Boy, did you ever rally. Let’s just say this: You are not shy about saving me from me.
The resounding response — and trust me, they came flooding in — was to loosen up, let him surprise me and enjoy.
That’s not even the best part. The best part was you. You, who took the opportunity to teach me a thing or two. Especially you husbands.
“This is how a man shows he loves you,” more than a few of you tried to explain to me in the simplest of terms.
Larry wrote, “DON’T spoil your husband’s surprise. He sounds like me, and if he is, then it’s very hard to come up with an original romantic idea.”
It was as if you were interpreting that exotic foreign language known as “Husband Love,” that clearly too many of us women are far from fluent in.
I read the fellow husband replies aloud to Husband who nodded and smiled as if finally, someone understood.
There were those of you who really gave me a reality check.
“I think you need a real problem,” Sally wrote. You got me there, Sal.
And those who brought a similar point home with a little more sugar sprinkled on top.
“Oh, what I would give for any more time or adventures with my late husband. He’s been gone three years now,” said Marie.
I get it. I’m lucky.
You have been heard. So, stand down troops. I’m taking your advice — staying in surprise mode. Won’t know until halfway through the trip where Husband is taking me.
A few of you, like Jolene, want to make sure I know what to pack. For that, Husband has given a clue — it’s going to be in the 60s during the day, 50s a night.
This one has thrown me.
Where is that chilly in June? Southern Hemisphere? Northern Europe? Those are just guesses.
I’m not trying too hard.
After all, I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.
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