the last weekend of august, my husband turned 30. as I admitted here, I essentially kidnapped him for a birthday getaway. I had been planning + scheming for months. I called in the troops (our families + friends) and convinced them to meet us for a relaxing, celebratory weekend away. we were to meet at a bar in my favorite town of Galena, IL. but I couldn’t just drive us there, I had to throw him off my tracks. (slight paranoia: he knows it’s my favorite town. he’d be onto me). I wanted to make him think I had no real plans. we were just traveling + stopping as we pleased. so two hours into our drive, we stopped in our college town. we took a brief trip down memory lane, then had lunch at the local brewery, backpocket. another hour of driving and another local brewery, great river. at this point, I’m fairly convinced he hasn’t the slightest clue what we are doing and I am too nervous for the actual surprise to feel victorious, yet.
how I pulled off a surprise birthday miracle.
the surprise at the bar was everything I imagined it would be. we took a seat at the bar, order a round of drinks. as my “am I going to pull this off” anxiety was starting to affect my behavior, they all walked up! the husband was shocked + so happy. as the rest of us exchanged hugs of success, we’d pulled off the surprise! but there was more. we all had a drink and told the husband we were going to dinner. it was time for his next surprise. as we followed behind everyone, the husband is asking me how the heck I pulled this off. a miracle, obviously. we pull into a driveway of a large house, and he looks at me “are we staying here?”. oh yes, all weekend long, all of us. we spent the entire time eating, drinking, wandering the sweet town of galena, and just being so happy to be together.