Sometimes my best romantic ideas are all wet.
Such was the case last week. Literally.
Knowing that St. Patrick’s Day fell on Saturday this year, one of the days Gwynly is able to join me when I hike my favorite trail, I planned a surprise for him.
The Tuesday before, I walked the six miles in the pouring rain. Not to worry. Since I plan to walk four days a week regardless of the weather, I’d purchased water-resistant gear.
I pretty much had the trail to myself, which suited my purposes, because I was on a mission. Weeks before, I’d decorated a spot on the trail with Valentines’ Day goodies. Gwynly thought that was cool, so I planned to do the same for St. Patrick’s Day.
That Tuesday, I was packin’ plenty of green. Rather than trimming the trees and shrubs in one spot, I spread the holiday cheer along the entire three-mile section of the trail.
I hung three swirling streamers, one per mile.
I twisted three wire garlands around shrubs, again one per mile.
While the streamers and garlands were fun, my plan centered around the forty-eight shamrocks I suspended from trees and shrubs at frequent intervals. Since wind and more rain were predicted, I used cable ties to ensure that the decorations didn’t blow away.
Gwynly walked the trail Friday without me. He knew I’d hung the shamrocks, but he didn’t know the rest of my plan. Once again, a storm raged. He carried an umbrella, which may account for him seeing only one garland and a single shamrock out of all those I’d hung.
When Gwynly told me how few decorations he’d seen, I fought to hide my disappointment. My guy isn’t as into details as I am. (Few people are, I know. 🙂 ) I suspected vandals had pulled some shamrocks down, but I hoped they’d left more than Gwynly saw.
Saturday dawned dreary and cold, but Gwynly and I donned our rain gear and hit the trail. To my delight, we spotted nineteen of the shamrocks I’d hung. Each time we saw one, I gave Gwynly a reason why I’m lucky/blessed/happy to have him as my guy.
Gwynly was impressed at how many reasons I came up with, but what impressed him more was the time and effort I’d put into planning this surprise for him. That and the fact that I was walking in the rain and having a good time.
While life doesn’t always go the way I’d like, I’m learning to make the best of the situation. Rather than let the vandals or the wet weather ruin my surprise, I chose to proceed with my plan. Things turned out better than I hoped. You could say it rained romance that day.
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What is a unique way you could list the reasons you’re grateful for your special someone?
How do you deal with the inevitable changes in plans that affect us all at times?
Do you walk or jog in the rain? If so, do you enjoy or endure the experience?