I love surprises. I love to plan them and pull them off. Watching the recipient's reaction is always such a high.
I always loved conspiring with my mom to show up on my grandmother's doorstep, in New York, unannounced. The shock on her face always made me giddy. And I loved hearing her repeat, "I vuz so soooprised," over and over. My grandmother is now in her 90's. BSD finally talked me into stopping these surprise visits. Buzz kill.
And then there was the time my dad and I went in together to surprise my mom. BSD and I drove up from Virginia to New York, arriving late in the night, so that my mom would wake up to find us there first thing on Mother's Day morning. Perfection.
On Saturday, the tables turned. Our doorbell rang. BSD answered it. I was in the kitchen. I heard him say, "Come on in." I had no idea who was at the door, but I was not pleased that he was inviting someone in when our house looked like a bomb had gone off. I walked to the front door to intercept. And that's when I saw her. A ghost.
I stood there frozen. My mind was spinning. Who is this person? I know her. I know her well. But HOW did she get here? This isn't possible. A ghost was standing in my hallway.
I think I scared her as much as she scared me. She tried to talk to me, but I just kept mumbling, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"
When I finally came to, I reached out and hugged her. Tight. And then I started crying.
It's been almost 10 years since I've seen her. My BFF from elementary school. My partner in crime in high school. And then my college roommate for the first two years. Was suddenly standing before me.
We both have two kids. Her oldest is already in high school. And her youngest in middle school. I've never met either of them. And she's never met my ballerinas. Until this weekend.
We went out to dinner last night. Our husbands (or maybe it was just BSD) chattered away as we scratched at the surface of catching up. Her sons, so sweet and well-mannered, barely got a word in. I wanted to get to know them better. But the evening flew by.
We needed more time. I needed more time. We need to make the time.
I miss you already.
I always loved conspiring with my mom to show up on my grandmother's doorstep, in New York, unannounced. The shock on her face always made me giddy. And I loved hearing her repeat, "I vuz so soooprised," over and over. My grandmother is now in her 90's. BSD finally talked me into stopping these surprise visits. Buzz kill.
And then there was the time my dad and I went in together to surprise my mom. BSD and I drove up from Virginia to New York, arriving late in the night, so that my mom would wake up to find us there first thing on Mother's Day morning. Perfection.
On Saturday, the tables turned. Our doorbell rang. BSD answered it. I was in the kitchen. I heard him say, "Come on in." I had no idea who was at the door, but I was not pleased that he was inviting someone in when our house looked like a bomb had gone off. I walked to the front door to intercept. And that's when I saw her. A ghost.
I stood there frozen. My mind was spinning. Who is this person? I know her. I know her well. But HOW did she get here? This isn't possible. A ghost was standing in my hallway.
I think I scared her as much as she scared me. She tried to talk to me, but I just kept mumbling, "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"
When I finally came to, I reached out and hugged her. Tight. And then I started crying.
It's been almost 10 years since I've seen her. My BFF from elementary school. My partner in crime in high school. And then my college roommate for the first two years. Was suddenly standing before me.
We both have two kids. Her oldest is already in high school. And her youngest in middle school. I've never met either of them. And she's never met my ballerinas. Until this weekend.
We went out to dinner last night. Our husbands (or maybe it was just BSD) chattered away as we scratched at the surface of catching up. Her sons, so sweet and well-mannered, barely got a word in. I wanted to get to know them better. But the evening flew by.
We needed more time. I needed more time. We need to make the time.
I miss you already.
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11 comments:
OMG Kim, I kept waiting to see what you would post! I know how much it meant to her and to hear you voice the same sentiment made me sob out loud. You are soul sisters--your lives may be physically apart but your hearts will always be entwined. So happy you could reconnect. xo
How cool!
Love the photo. . .you are beautiful! And look so happy!
That's awesome! I usually don't like surprises, but that one is a great one!
How fun!!!!
What a great surprise!
What an amazing surprise! Love the shot of you two!
great story, huge surprise, and such a happy photo - lucky you!!
What a wonderful story! I was sitting on the edge of my seat as I was reading it and couldn't wait to find out who the mystery guest was, and how cool for you to have it be someone so special to you and someone you needed to reconnect with after too long a time apart. I want to hear more about your visit and hope you got to spend more than the one night together. The photo of the two of you is priceless! The joy on your face is so genuine and you can just feel the love between both of you! And, btw, your top is totally cute!
kim- honey that is the best tale...i am grinning ear to ear!!
gorgeous photo of you both....& now your new plan is to surprise her back...it's never long enough is it!!
melissa xx
Kim, I was thrilled to see the picture of the two of you. I'm delighted that you two look as if you'd seen each other just yesterday!
It was TRULY my pleasure- so happy I pulled it off! It was such a treat to see you, to meet BSD and your ballerinas. Hopefully, it won't be anywhere near that long between visits EVER again.
And what an honor to make the blog- I thought for sure your new backyard pets would be the next post.
Love you.
Awesome! I have reconnected with a lot of friends from elementary and junior high through facebook...I would love to meet up in person.
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