First of all, I just want to say that my husband outdid himself this weekend.
He planned a Secret Adventure Getaway for me that included an historic hotel, antiques & thrift stores, an art festival, good food, and even had nap-time built in.
In case there are gentleman readers out there, this is how it's done fella's:
Planning and executing The Secret Adventure Getaway for your wife will get you "major" cool points.
-But you have to know her likes and interests.
-And you have to be attentive to personal details...will
she need a jacket? Dress up clothing? Meds?
-If you are truly gifted in this area, you can secretly
pack for her yourself, but you better be REALLY good at
this or it spells trouble.
-Packing for road trips is way different than packing for
air travel. Road trips are easier & less restrictive.
-And fella's...you have to be willing to put your wife
FIRST during the whole trip. And that means that she is
above Baseball, Football, Golf, Your Momma, Your Kids,
-She needs to know that she is more important to you
than anyone or anything else except God Almighty.
If you can't do all of the above,
then do not even attempt
The Secret Adventure Getaway.
Ok, now that I have all the fella's on board with the basics...let's get back to the story.
My husband gave me just enough information so that I knew what to pack...but he did NOT tell me where we were going.
And I never asked him where we were headed.
If I ask him, he will tell me.
But I don't ask, because I LIKE his surprises.
This is different than a planned vacation. I am only talking about a weekend getaway here...not 4 weeks in Tahiti. lol
Anyway, we took a wee Road Trip...and I was as content as could be letting him wisp me away for the weekend.
He was charming.
He was gracious.
He was just wonderful.
Now, let me just go ahead right now and mention that I am a very verbal, and very strong willed woman.
I do not keep a spotless house.
I do not define myself by whether my laundry has the whitest whites in the neighborhood.
Nor do I vacuum while wearing pearls.
I am sharing this with you because I just want you folks to know that the concept of Prince Charming rescuing me and sweeping me away to his castle...is SOOO not my daily life.
But my Prince Charming DID sweep me away this weekend.
Rather than riding a mighty steed though...his "horses" were under the hood of bright and shiny 4-door Ford F-150.
He packed the truck.
He opened my door.
I got in.
And we drove off into The Sunset.
I'll show you guys a few photo's of our adventure later...
But for now, I want to end this by telling you all something that my first Mother In Law said to me a long time ago, before she passed away.