My husband had been acting suspicious for the past few few weeks. First, setting up hair and nail appointments for me, booking me a massage and a Brazillian wax, then asking about my work schedule the week of Thanksgiving. I was the most curious when he asked where I kept my passport. A few days passed and I didn’t think much on it again until he insisted on dropping me off at work last Tuesday. “It’s a surprise!” is all he kept telling me. I typically don’t like surprises but he swore this one would be different. I had doubts, but I have never been more happy to be wrong.
As I walked out of my building at the end of the work day, he was there waiting to pick me up with my favorite brown sugar iced latte in hand.
“Where are we going!?” I asked as I get in the car, take a sip of my drink and notice all of my packed luggage in the trunk.
“To the airport,” he says, matter-of-factly.