So the Artist recently defended his thesis, with ease and great success. I knew he would, he is very intelligent and extremely talented. I had plans that morning, of which he was dropping me off, and then heading to his defence, and we would meet up later when we both got home.
Secretly, I had arranged my plans to end short, and I took the bus home early to set up a surprise. I hung streamers and balloons from the ceiling, a homemade banner on the fireplace mantel, set up a nice table with a little present, and champagne, and a homemade card. I got in my best outfit and did my hair and makeup, and then baked a pecan pie from scratch- his favourite. I spilled the batter everywhere, but managed to save it. I did all of this within about an hour, and it was quite warm that day, which made it all the more difficult. Meanwhile, the previous week, I wanted to get the supplies without him knowing, so every time he left the house, I would leave right after, get what I needed, and get home. So really, it looked like I did nothing all week because every time he came home, I was just getting home too (secretly) and everything looked the same as if I didn’t even move, like I was a lazy slob all week. And the store near by only had Happy Birthday streamers, and I didn’t have time to go elsewhere before the Artist got home, so yes, I hung Happy Birthday streamers. I thought he would get a kick out of that little story. As for the little present, it was some Ah Caramel snack cakes from home, because you can’t get them here, and they are also his favourite. So I had my mom mail some, and intercepted the package while he was gone, because I know the mailman comes around the same time every afternoon, and I literally waited at the door. Then I took it, and hid it from the Artist until it was time. I didn’t make the pecan pie ahead of time, because he would know something was up, so I made it when I was setting up that the house smelled yummy, and it would be ready and cool later that day.
When the Artist got home, I greeted him at the door and made him close his eyes as I took his hands and guided him to the living room, where he was greeted with all of this:
He was so surprised, and had no idea what I was up to, and of course, loved all of it. Especially the pie 😉 Look at him all spiffy in his nice jacket!
We poured glasses of champagne and cheers’ed to a big accomplishment achieved, with many more to come.
Now that I have done all this within a month before his birthday, I will have to think of something creative, since I used all my best ideas on this surprise. But I have a few tricks up my sleeve.
The little things in life are usually the best. Cheap champagne, balloons from the dollar store, a homemade pie, and being together. If that isn’t a wild party, I don’t know what is.