I have been waiting for the right time to write one of these and DAY 29 has given me that opportunity. I must warn you that if you do NOT like sweet, sappy, mushy, lovey-dovey... then this one might make you a bit queasy. Just when I thought it wasn't possible, my wonderful, thoughtful, adoring husband really outdid himself yesterday.
Our evening started off exactly the way we like it... a cocktail after work (well right now only one of us is working, though I am enjoying have a house-husband) catching up on our day. We had already decided to stay home, grill out and watch a few movies. A quick trip to the movie store yielded an unusual mix - "Some Like It Hot" (Marilyn Monroe) and "The Haunting in Connecticut". Since we needed to wait for darkness to fall before watching the scary thriller we started with Some Like It Hot. I highly recommend this classic that ranks 22 (not 29) on American Film Institute's Top 100 movies. I did find out today (while researching for the blog) it was released on March 29 - a perfect choice even though it was accidental! Also for all the history buffs, today marks the 47th anniversary of Marilyn's death in 1962.
While watching the first movie I was instructed NOT to go into our bedroom until told I could do so. Of course at this point I knew Bill had something up his sleeve. I was waiting patiently to receive my daily slip of paper that denotes what the day is about but alas could wait no longer to use the bathroom which had to be accessed through the bedroom. When I opened the door the intoxicating scent of roses rushed at me. There at my feet lay a stem with four baby red roses! Then a few feet ahead of that, another one... then another one... making a trail to the master bathroom where yet another one lay on top of my bathrobe. I was trying to figure out the 29 connection by counting the number of baby roses but they didn't add up? I donned my robe (my UNC robe) realizing that a trip to our much used hot tub must be the next step on the trail. On my way through the laundry room to outside I found... wait for it (just for you Erin)... another trail of roses all the way out the back door. Waiting outside for me was my husband with more roses in hand! The end of the trail led to the hot tub with a chilled bottle of champagne (it wasn't even Champagne Thursday) and strawberries (Richard Gere was right - it does bring out the flavor) waiting along with the glasses we used when we made our first toast as Mr. and Mrs. William Pratt. I was so overwhelmed by his thoughfulness and how special I felt I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. How did I get so lucky?
We've had some of deepest, most thought provoking conversations in the hot tub and Day 29 was no different. The hot tub adventure almost didn't happen. Murphy's Law has set up permanent residence at the Pratt household lately. Bill drained the hot tub before we left for our vacation to clean it with plans to refill upon our return. The day before i.e. Day 28 he filled it then turned on the jets and heater... nothing. He goes over to check the breaker (which just happens to be positioned right about our fish pond - water + electricity = bad) and with one flipped of the switch - sizzle, crackle - burnt wires and a cold "hot" tub. My ever resourceful husband made his third possibly fourth trip to Lowe's for the week, got a new breaker and fixed it right up with frying himself or the koi in
our pond. Ladies, he is very useful and sometimes can be "loaned" out for household projects. He is even pretty good with flowers as he arranged my 29 beautiful red roses in a vase with baby's breath.Just like Marilyn did in Some Like It Hot, I got the sweet end of the lollipop.... on Day 29!
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