My 30th birthday passed without much
fanfare. JD was working that weekend, so I just relaxed at home with the
baby. I’m not one to ask for a big celebration in my honor, but I was a
little bummed that I hadn’t planned something fun since it was a milestone
birthday. I’ve been so focused on life as a new mom, that my birthday
kind of snuck up on me. It wasn’t until the day had arrived that I
realized I wanted to celebrate in a big way… and felt it was too late.
Little did I know JD had been working on something for over a month.
I left work Friday, and made my way down to the parking
garage. I’d driven JD’s car that day, his beloved Charger. I did a
double take when I saw the car. There was something red on the
hood. I immediately went into a panic, thinking someone had vandalized
it. In JD’s world, it goes 1. Our daughter 2. His motorcycle 3. His
Charger 4. Me (maybe- it’s a close call between me and the iPad), so any
damage to his precious car is detrimental. As I got closer, I realized
the red was actually rose petals. A smile crossed my face. There
were a dozen roses on the front seat of the car, and a card confirming that
they were from JD (and not some creepy stalker). Inside the card was a
note telling me that he’d scheduled a massage for me in a half hour, and that
my “next set of instructions would be at home.”
I was elated, not only had I been desperate for a massage
that week, but I knew there would be more after the massage. I love my
hubby, but he’s not exactly a planner, so I had no idea he had that kind of
foresight. Plus, I work a half hour away from our house, meaning he had
to load the baby in the car and drive an hour out of his way to deliver the
roses and card. I smiled the entire way to my massage, anxious to find
out what was planned for me after.
After an absolutely fabulous massage, I went home to find no
husband and no baby, but a note on the front door telling me to “hurry
upstairs!” I went into the kitchen to quickly put my roses in water and
paused, noticing that the house was suspiciously clean. Like, Jenny-style, meticulously clean. I
was, once again, impressed. JD and I have different standards of
cleanliness, so if I can come home and say “Wow, this house is spotless,” he
must have done a super thorough job.
When I got upstairs, there was a new dress laid out on the
bed (actually, 2 dresses so I could pick which size fit better), along with a necklace and pair of shoes he’d pulled out of my closet to
complete the outfit. It was starting to feel a little surreal. This
is the man who wears navy and black together and thinks his Loch Ness monster
t-shirt is appropriate for date night, and he’d gone shopping for me, picked
out a really cute dress, and picked appropriately matching shoes and necklace…
what? Lying next to the dress was another note with an address and time
to meet him.
When I arrived at the restaurant (Cheesecake Factory, yum!),
about a dozen of my friends were there, plus my sister who’d driven up from
Atlanta. JD had dressed up and put Loralai in a cute dress. Sangria
+ yummy dinner + cheesecake + fabulous new dress + some of my favorite people =
the ultimate way to celebrate my 30th.
My only regret is that we didn’t take any pictures! I
snapped a few quick ones with my phone of the setups he left for me, but we
didn’t think to take ANY pictures at dinner, which is a huge let down!
Later, when I was filling a friend in on the details (lives out of state, so couldn’t be there), she
told me that it “sounded like something out of a romantic movie.” It was
so true, and I can’t get over all the little details JD thought of. It’s
refreshing to be surprised by your spouse once in a while. Guess he’s
more romantic than I gave him credit for… Loch Ness Monster shirt and all.
