To My Surprise

Oh what a weekend.

If nothing in the past has proven that Bill is by far the best boyfriend imaginable, this weekend set out to prove that fact once and for all.

And it did. 

On Friday night, I got a text from Mr. Becker, asking what time I needed to be home Sunday, since we usually spend Saturday night together, and whatever part of Sunday we have, depending on when he has to pick up his kids.

I thought nothing of it, and replied "Around dinner time, or a little after."

He said he was going to plan a little surprise if he could, and instantly I was all a flutter with excitement.

See, Bill is great at surprises.

Big ones, small ones, it doesn't matter, he kicks ass at them.

So without having any idea what this could be, but assuming it was something small and sweet, I was still overcome with joy and anticipation.

He told me to dress warm, wear shoes I could walk outside in, and to bring peanut butter and a shovel, and my iPod.

I assumed the peanut butter and shovel was an attempt to throw me off any guessing trail I might be on, but it was Bill, so deep down I figured he could possibly be serious.

All day on Saturday, while I waited for him to pick me up, my surprise was all I could think about. 

What could be?!

Were we going somewhere?

What did he plan?!

My mind went crazy with all the possibilities, but in my wildest dreams, I never could have dreamed up this:

A last minute and totally surprise weekend get-away to the Enchantment Resort in Sedona.

Holy mother of God.

This hotel is beautiful, and Bill took so much thought and effort to plan out every single detail.

Our room had a fire place, which he specifically requested, we had the most amazing view of the red rock mountains, there were stars like you just simply wouldn't believe, and Bill even brought along a pink flashlight {the hotel grounds are super dark so you can see the night sky} and the nightshirt I wear at his house when I stay over.

What a guy.

It was a short trip, but I don't see how we could possibly have packed more laughter and memories into 24 hours than we did.

From the long and heartfelt talk we had on the drive up, to the endless jokes we made about our slightly creepy and entirely overzealous bellman, to wandering around the grounds looking at a sky so full of stars it literally stopped me in my tracks when I first noticed it, to holding each other in the crisp Fall air making wishes on shooting stars, to kissing on front of an awesome crackling fire, to the amazing view outside our balcony door in the morning as the sun rose over the red rock mountains, to the pure joy of waking up next to my man, hiking through Boynton Canyon, taking 150 pictures and only keeping 6, walking through a beautiful and romantic little shopping center in a light rain, where i met a bear-friend, and then a helicopter tour of the Indian ruins before heading back home, there is not one moment of this trip that wasn't absolutely perfect. 

The hotel

The view from our balcony as we had breakfast

Giggle fits.

*Melty Melty*

On the balcony after breakfast.

Sweaty and out of breath, hiking the Boynton Canyon trail.

Hims a naughty little bear.

Bill is literally going to kill me for posting this picture. It was the only one where you could see the fireplace though!

By this time I was very tired, and just enjoying leaning on my sweet guy.

I don't know how I got so lucky, or what I've done to deserve this man, that clearly loves me so much, but I am without a doubt the luckiest and most loved girl in the whole world.

And I wished, I wished, with all my might, on every star, shooting or not, that we could always be this happy, always be this in love, and always be so willing to find the joy and adventure in everything we did together.

In the name of Patrick McFeely, and the spirit of Santa.