Chad and I have a lot of things in common. For example, we both like ethnic food. We both like listening to the classical music station occasionally. We both like going to art museums. We both like to travel.
Chad and I are also different in a myriad of ways. For example, Chad is an athlete. I was the kid in elementary school begging to play in the outfield during P.E., and praying the entire time that no one would hit a ball far enough for me to have to figure out what to do with it. Chad likes mushrooms, while I am of the persuasion that fungi are best left far from my dinner plate. I love to be surprised. Chad does not.
This is something I have never understood. How can you not WANT to be surprised?
Chad would rather know what he is getting for his birthday, Christmas, our anniversary, you name it, than have me surprise him with an unexpected gift. This is hard for me to fathom, because I am exactly the opposite. I LOVE being surprised, and I love giving surprises. Half of the fun of gift-giving is the recipient not knowing what's hiding inside the box.
A lot of the time, when Chad gets me a gift, it is almost impossible for him to keep it a secret. Sometimes, bless his heart, he drops so many hints that by the time the holiday for which the gift is intended rolls around, I am already pretty sure about what I'm going to get. I've told him many times that he is just not very good at giving surprises.
I think I owe my husband an apology.
He is VERY good at giving surprises.
While I was on vacation for two weeks, my husband pulled off the ultimate fence and deck makeover.
He never once dropped a hint about what he was up to, not in a single phone conversation or text message.
When I left for Utah, my deck and fence looked the same way it did when we bought our house: in desperate need of a paint job.
These photos are the photos we took before we bought the house. We'd already pulled out that massive vine growing on the arbor, and refinished the carport and shed last summer.
When I flew home from Seattle, my fence and deck looked like this:
Way to go, Chadwick! I don't know what I love most: my beautiful, new white fence and deck, or the fact that my husband sacrificed all of his free time while I was gone to do this just for me.