The last time my husband told me that he was "cooking something up" for my birthday, he got a bunch of our friends and family together and they gave me the MacBook that I am typing on.
This time was a little bit different.
Maybe I should have figured it out when he told me that all our friends (who are students) had a mandatory lecture the evening of my birthday. Marquette usually doesn't have mandatory lectures, especially in the summer.
Maybe I also should have figured it out when my sneaky husband told me he wasn't going to said mandatory lecture.
Or maybe I should have figured it out when my husband cleaned the bathroom and lite candles while we were talking with his family on google chat.
And maybe I should have known that something was up when he told me that my birthday gift was in the backyard, where we had just spent the afternoon working on our yard and garden.
But I didn't and he surprised me and we had lots of our friends over for ice cream.
It was a pretty great day.