Surprises

I have been convinced that I am loved. What happiness.

I have the most thoughtful, spontaneous, and sweet husband. Last night, we had a date planned for dinner, and Ryan suggested that we eat at Rafferties (an expensive, on the marina style restaurant--also the place we had our rehearsal dinner). After dinner, he proposed that we go inside and look around the hotel next door to the restaraunt where we stayed on our wedding night--to see how things had changed since we had stayed there almost three years ago-before it was completely finished. I laughed and protested that you can't just walk into a hotel and wander around without being paying guests, but I did any way...and followed him all around to look at the newly finished pool and hot tub, and beautiful antique-furnished parlors and dining rooms. I even agreed (with hesitation) to go up in the elevator with him. When we stopped on the seventh floor and walked down the hall towards the room we stayed in on our wedding night, I STILL was completely oblivious. I reluctantly followed him, all the while protesting that he needed to stop being so adventurous, and that someone would soon discover us... it would be very embarassing to be asked to leave. Then,, he pulled the key out of his pocket and pulled me into the very room we first....
Well it was the most beautiful hotel I've ever stayed in--too expensive for us to justify staying there again for our anniversary, overlooking the water, with glass doors all around, a jacuzzi, a fireplace.... And I cried. It's not our anniversary. I do feel a little dumb for not figuring it out. I am really slow. But at least that way it's easy to surprise me--and I do love surprises.