My Husband ROCKS

For about a week now, Husband has been teasing me with the fact that he has booked a trip for us in a few weeks. He wouldn't tell me where we are going or what we are doing.

Last night, though, he could wait no longer. I was bugging the bejeebus out of him and he was too proud of himself not to share. Those two things together broke him.

This is what my husband has done:

• He has listened to my offhand comments about things I love.
• He has made phone calls and researched things.
• He has planned.
• And my friends? He has scored a home run.

In May we are taking a short flight to Dallas.

We will check in to The Four Seasons!

We will arrive early enough that I will have time for lunch and laughter with Emily while Husband golfs (which is absolutely fine with me and I want him to).

I must be back at 12:30 to check in for my spa appointment--which he has already booked!

We will have dinner somewhere. Neither of us knows or cares where. I'm sure we can find something at the hotel. Who can even eat dinner when you know what's coming next? So...we'll eat dinner. Somewhere.

Then?

THEN?

THEN?

Then we are going to a Harry Connick, Jr. concert.

And sitting five rows from the stage.

I will be close enough to catch his sweat. If I were a freak. Which I'm not. So I can say that without weirding you out, right?

I am simply squealing with delight, y'all.

Squealing!

With delight!

And my husband did all this by himself!

As a secret!

For me!

I'm telling you. I LOVE THAT MAN!

But what, I ask you, am I going to wear?