It Just Gets Better.

This weekend was the most romantic of my life.  It all started with a phone call. 

I was driving home from pmac (backwards) and my cell rang.  I almost didn't answer it, as of July 1, California is hands-free while driving (I hate ear pieces), but I hit speaker.

On the other end was my husband, who had supposedly headed down south to check on our non-summer house and would be back tomorrow.  He said, "Pack a bag.  Include something nice to wear to dinner.  You can shower when you get there."  Then he hung up.

I was all a twitter.  My husband is a good man, fantastic father and hotter than all get out.  But, not exactly the type that plans romantic get-aways.  That's my job.  Our ten year anniversary is July 25th and apparently, he was surprising me early.

I got home, packed some stuff and waited.  He walked in and handed me a key.