For my husband’s 32nd birthday, I kidnapped him from work, blindfolded him with a silk scarf, put him in the car and we went for a drive. I had previously arranged a candlelight dinner and one night’s stay at our favorite Bed and Breakfast there in the same town where we live.
I drove all around town through back roads, even on the highway briefly to confuse him. He had no idea we were still in the town. I parked down the block and walked him down the sidewalk, in front of neighbors and all. He still had no idea.
The innkeeper took pictures of me escorting him upstairs. There he found a homemade dinner for two. He said that was his best birthday yet. What touched him the most was the time I spent in preparation, not a bunch of expensive additives, just me and my time.
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