A.K.A. How my husband blew my mind on our 20th wedding anniversary with a limo ride.
My husband and I have been talking about our vow renewal for a long time, and right from the beginning, I said I didn’t want anything big on our actual anniversary. I really felt that we should concentrate on the renewal and just do something quiet at home. I specifically said I wanted to stay home, in my pjs and sip champagne.
He was having none of that.
We’ve been watching How I Met Your Mother on Netflix, and there’s an episode in the first season where they take a limo to go bar-hopping on New Year’s Eve.
Since we are (as I write this) in Season 7, this idea must have been brewing for awhile.
He was telling all of our friends what his plans were, and when he took on a side-drywalling job, he found the money to get the idea off the ground.
It must be said that I am EXCELLENT at guessing things. I almost always know what’s under the Christmas tree, and he hates it. I tried to let him have this, but I had a feeling about the limo. But I never asked anyone, and I did not listen in on the hushed conversations that went on in my house leading up to the big day.
He was so damn excited about this, he couldn’t sleep for a week leading up to it. That meant I couldn’t either. Good Lord, he was so restless and it was driving me up the wall.
I was told that we have plans, and that I was to dress up. Without trying to get any info, I asked if I should plan to make dinner (hey, a mama needs to know these things), and he said no.
He worked the morning of our anniversary and came home to get ready. I got dressed, and we enjoyed a glass of wine before we had to leave. He was trying to keep it on the down low, but he was anxious. It was kind of cute. He paced the hallway a couple of times, claiming he had to “check his tie”. His stealthiness is not always very stealthy. And I wondered all morning long if I’d go by the front door and see a white limo there.
You may or may not recall that I never used to be a country music fan. Sure, there were always some songs I liked but it wasn’t until this past year that I gave up on pop music and began listening strictly to country music. One song has always stood out to both of us: Check Yes or No by George Strait. These lyrics get me every time:
“…Now we’re grown up and she’s my wife
Still, like two kids with stars in our eyes
Ain’t much changed, I still chase Emmylou
Up and down the hall, around the bed in our room
Last night I took her out in a white limousine
Twenty years together, she still gets to me
Can’t believe it’s been that long ago
When we got started with just a little note…”
And so, this is why I wondered about the limo.
I knew something was up when he received a text message and immediately said we should go. As I walked down the hall, I saw it. In front of our house was the white limo.
I had two feelings. Excitement and gratefulness. He. Is. Awesome.
The driver came to open the door and wished us a happy anniversary. My husband connected his phone to the stereo and played music, and then opened some champagne, and we were on our way.
I had no idea where we were going and I didn’t ask. The man had already outdone himself, I wasn’t about to ruin it.
We drove to an address on York Blvd. in Hamilton. It’s just a building, not a church; the same building where we got married. It’s changed ownership since. We were both as cold as we were on our wedding day.
Then we were off again. We drove up the escarpment and stopped at Sam Lawrence Park. This park overlooks downtown Hamilton and is absolutely gorgeous in the summer with all the flowers. We had more photos taken, and the driver was amazing. She was there in a heartbeat to take pics.
Dinner by Limo
When we tied the knot, we didn’t have a lot of money. This didn’t bother us at all. Everything worked out exactly the way it should have for our wedding, and we’ve always said that a marriage is about more than just one (expensive) day.
My mother-in-law worked at a local bowling alley that had a lounge upstairs, and that’s where we held our reception (free of charge). It’s been renovated and it’s a lot cozier now.
So we returned there for dinner. We sat by the fireplace and sipped wine. My husband, seriously gloating and proud, told everyone who would listen why we were there and so dressed up.
Dinner was over too soon, and we got back into the limo for one final stop before going home.
He asked me if I’d figured it out yet, and I had. I knew we were headed to the same residential court we had night-time wedding pics taken.
This little court has always been like something out of Christmas with the Kranks. They take Christmas VERY seriously, and only one or two houses had no lights up. On our wedding day, we thought it would be pretty to have photos taken there, and we went back for anniversary photos.
Then, too soon, the limo dropped us back off at home.
Where I immediately changed into pjs as he opened another bottle of champagne.
My husband, the romantic. He kicked some serious anniversary butt this year.