He Said: “I Have No Idea…”
Everyone has (or had) an image in their head, as to how “a moment” – or a surprise – is going to play out. How will she react for her surprise birthday party? Do you think he’ll pass out when I send him off on his until-now-secret guys’ weekend? Is he going to die if he sees the result of a paternity test?
In the 9 years of our marriage (plus a few months prior), we’ve had the opportunity to surprise each other on a number of life events. Here is my recollection of each of them.
- On the night of my proposal. “Will you marry me, Kat?” “Stop screwing around and get up. You are embarrassing!” I wish I was joking. That’s really how it played out.
- On our wedding day. As you can see from her post, she had a mental breakdown at the altar. Was she laughing because she JUST realized what she was getting into? The line of the year came from Tim, one of my best men, who whispered during the ceremony, “Don’t worry Kat. No one noticed.”
- Announcement of baby #1. This COMPLETELY caught me off guard. As Kat mentioned, we needed some “help” the first time around so I had no idea what the scavenger hunt was leading to. The final search led me to a drawer full of diapers. I still remember that feeling, and I hope & pray that old age never takes that away from me.
- Announcement of baby #2. As floored as I was with baby #1, baby #2 almost caused me to crash. I received a letter from baby #2, who was still 8 months from being born! And knowing we needed “help” with #1, and we weren’t using any “help” at the moment, how could we get pregnant? Needless to say, #1 kickstarted her system, and all hell broke loose after that.
- Kat’s 30th birthday. I organized a suprise weekend with a bunch of our friends and family in town. Her first guests arrived Thursday night, with us sitting on the couch. Kat angrily ran to the door wondering why someone was knocking at 8:30. The entire Eastern Seaboard heard her scream when she realized who it was, and what was taking place that weekend. I rock.
- Announcement of baby #3. I’m dead when she reads this. I don’t remember how she told me about baby #3.
- Announcement of baby #4. Kat sent baby #3 upstairs to see me, holding a positive pee stick. I’m shocked I didn’t forget this original, creative announcement. I guess after 4, you run out of original ways to say “BABY.”
So 9 years, 4 kids, a few hundred arguments and a few thousand laughs later, she is freaking out about tomorrow’s trip to NYC. Why freak out?!?! We get a night together in the city the DAY AFTER our anniversary, a chauffer all around town, $250 to spend on dinner and breakfast, and if things go our way, we have a nice anniversary check coming to us. I may have a panic attack moments before the competition, but I’m going to enjoy this one to the fullest. You should too! (any chance you WON’T hold a grudge if I mess up during the cook-off, and am the reason we lose out on the cash?)
Happy Anniversary Sweets! Here’s to hoping the next 9 years bring us 4 less baby announcements than the first 9…