So last weekend I “thought” I was attending an award ceremony on behalf of my husband’s heroic actions as a police officer. I was sadly mistaken. We arrived to what I believed was an award ceremony, parked the car, and walked towards the front door. Now looking back I understand why everyone was pushing me forward, holding doors, saying “after you”, etc. Then inches away from the entrance my husband shoves me through two swinging doors. I remember saying “This is for YOU. I don’t know anyone.” In that instant I was greeted with bright flashes of cameras and about 75 people yelling “Surprise!”. I froze. In that moment all I heard was “Congratulations!” coming from the blur of people. I thought to myself ”Wow, this is a really big deal for my husband.” Then it happened. I looked around. I started seeing familiar faces. Friends. Family. I couldn’t believe they were all there to support Doug. Wait. They weren’t. They were there for me. For my birthday. My surprise party. The party my husband spent the past 2 months planning, plotting and sneaking around for. I stopped, it clicked, I looked at Doug and he said “This is for YOU, happy birthday!” Then in true Kelly form I said “Get the “F” out!” I know, classy.
The night was amazing. It was filled with family from afar, friends I haven’t seen in months and people I see everyday. My husband did an amazing job. He pulled it off. He was two steps ahead of me at all times. From asking his parents to make the food, to his sister picking up the cake, to my friend picking up my sisters from the airport, to my family driving in from Kentucky. He did it. He truly got me and I loved every single moment of it.
It was hands down the nicest thing someone has ever done for me. It was thoughtful and selfless and it made me feel like the single most special person in the world. So here’s to my husband. You are an amazing man who I am truly so thankful for. Thank you for making my birthday (and life) incredible and complete. I adore you.
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