Vacation--hotel

After the restaurant, I took you to a hotel. It was a world tour hotel, with 25 rooms--each with a country's unique design and style. We chose the room from Bali.

I think you're really special, and I feel really lucky to be together with you.

I want to use this occasion to wish you a happy birthday again. I hope it was special for you and that you liked it. Despite our busy lives in a pioneer home of 30 people, my brother and our good friend, Junior, helped to watch our kids while we were away. I packed a red table clothe and carpet, wine glasses, candles, lavander oil, and your present that you're seen holding in the picture above. It's a skirt that I bought you.

Just for the record, I planned all this from months before. Though my plans morphed into something different, I was able to make your birthday really special for you, which I hope you'll remember. From now as months pass, maybe even years, I don't know, I'm sure that there will be many hard times to come--times that we'll contemplate separation, times that we'll wonder if we even really love each other still. When hard times hit, let's remember these good times. I love you. No, we haven't signed those marriage papers yet, but my love for you is written, and it's a commitment.

I packed a suitcase with stuff to set up for you without you knowing. You were surprised when you saw that suitcase in the back of our car, weren't you? Ha! That skirt that I bought you. You were oohing and awwing over it, and when you and the kids were eating the car set at the little family restaurant, I snuck away and bought it for you. Same with the little bouquet of roses. I had that hidden. And on the morning of your birthday, you woke up to find it on the shelf with a happy birthday note attached to it.

These are memories that I will never forget.