Bryon sent me a cryptic text and told me to be dressed up and ready as soon as he arrived home after work.
Of course, I had follow-up questions.
What? Why? Where? How?
What about Grace? Did we need childcare?
He said it was covered.
It was a weeknight.
We don’t DO things on weeknights.
I spent the entire day trying to figure out what he’d cooked up.
One time, maybe twenty-three years ago or so, he arranged with my boss at the time to sweep me away on a surprise trip. We ended up in Iowa City at a B&B with Big Head Todd & the Monsters tickets.
So I really had NO idea what he had planned.
He’d recruited Grace in on his plan and since no one was showing up to whisk her away, I figured it was something at the house. I had NO idea what he really had in mind. What a cool surprise when he rang the front doorbell and invited me to the driveway for a dance in the harvest moonlight.
He’d parked his truck just off the driveway and Grace had made this cool heart with flowers and chalk.
Bryon had wine and a playlist playing from his pickup.
With Grace’s assist, he pulled off a random act of romance.
Here’s the playlist:
1. Moonlight becomes you – Sinatra
2. Moondance- Michael Buble
3. Fly Me to the Moon- Rod Stewart
4. There’s a Moon Out- Capri
5. Shine on Harvest moon- Bobby Bare
6. Dancing in the moonlight- king harvest
7. Harvest Moon- Neil Young
Twenty-five years later and he’s still got it.
I’m just glad he shares it with me.