We’d been planning the trip since the end of November. We’d even made it through a visit over Christmas without spilling the beans. When we arrived on last Thursday evening, Steph was completely clueless as to all of our secret conversations among best friends and plotting with her husband Richard.
The three of us arrived at her house (conveniently, her husband works at the airport!), and I called her for our little phone date I strategically planned earlier in the week. I was calling a little later than our scheduled time, so I asked if it was a good time. She requested to call me back in about five minutes because Richard had just walked in the door. Agh! My friend Michelle suggested I go stick my head in the door and ask, “Is now a good time?” so I ran up the walk way to begin our series of surprises.
Being the first to surprise her was the best. I watched the realization of my presence in California – in her home – set in before my eyes. If I could put words to the expressions on her face it would be something like:
“No, I told you I’d call you back in a minute.”
“Wait, I was just talking to you on the phone. But you’re here?”
“What are you doing here? Am I dreaming?”
“Oh my goodness! You’re here in my living room!”
We had a wonderful weekend filled with the right mixture of birthday fun, girlie stuff, “a day in the life of” glimpses, tourist activities, and simply hanging out. I was sad to leave but glad to go home to my family. My daughter greeted me at the airport with lots of jumping up and down, squeals of delight, and running to me with open arms. (It’s so good to be a mom!)
Here are just a few pictures from our time.
Message in the sand.
Starfish and anenome in the tide pools.
Look closely and you’ll see the empty surfboard with the surfer in the waves to the right.