Since you asked, I thought I’d blog today about my wonderful surprise yesterday. My husband told me to pack up the kids because he was taking us somewhere for supper. We live in a small town, so we’re very limited as to where we can actually eat.
When he pulled into Dairy Queen’s parking lot, I said: “Oh! We’re going to DQ for supper.”
“Yep. G’s going to buy us supper.”
Although the thought was nice, I couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t much of a surprise because G had offered to take us to DQ on Monday. “Are we doing anything else after this?”
He smiled. “Yes. This isn’t the surprise. It just worked out this way.”
Okay, so I still didn’t know where we were going for this surprise, but I knew it didn’t have anything to do with supper. He’d said we’d have to drive a while to get there, so that ruled out whatever might be going on in town. Whatever it was, there was some kind of a time frame, like it was going to start soon because my husband kept watching the clock.
“We have to go now,” he said, grabbing one of the twins by the hand.
So, we loaded the girls into the car and drove toward the center of town. As we passed the school, I noticed quite a few cars parked on the street. I figured there was some sort of game going on. I don’t really follow school sports. Then, it hit me, just as my husband turned the car and parked along the side of the school. I had seen some girls in tutus the other day. Was there a dance recital at the school?
Yep. That’s what it was. My husband knew I was considering enrolling the twins in a dance class, but I wasn’t sure if they would really get much out of it at their age (almost 4). Apparently, a few weeks ago, he’d contacted the dance instructor and asked her all about her classes. She then invited him to bring the family to this recital. He’s kept this secret for quite some time. The little sneak. How can I not love him?
“I thought we had to drive a while to get there.” I raised my right eyebrow.
“A while can mean many things.” He laughed. “I thought that might throw you off.”
It had, but I’m glad. This way, I wasn’t able to guess the surprise before it happened, and the girls loved it. They now want to be ballerinas and tap dancers, too. Most of all, they want to dance with the prince (the male dancer).
This surprise might not have been anything all that big, but it was special to my family. My husband’s thoughtfulness doesn’t go unnoticed or unappreciated. I’m a lucky woman.
What’s one of your favorite surprises?