A week before our anniversary, my husband accidentally let it slip that he had an amazing surprise planned for me. Naturally, my mind went straight to romance.
So I decided to match the energy.
That evening, I went all out — bought new sultry stockings and lingerie, did my hair, got dressed up, and waited like I was starring in my own movie scene.
When the doorbell finally rang, I rushed to answer it… and instantly froze.
Standing there with a suitcase was my mother.
The mother I hadn’t seen in five years, because she lives so far away.
And there I was — in dramatic stockings and a bra — turning red so fast I swear I could’ve lit up the hallway.
Meanwhile, my mom was absolutely glowing. She smiled like it was Christmas morning and stepped forward for a huge hug, completely unbothered.
And then I saw my husband behind her, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, looking way too proud of himself as he said:
“Surprise delivered.”
