Do you ever make plans to do something over the weekend, you do it, and then all of a sudden you realize what a completely wonderful time you had without even thinking about it? This weekend we drove up to St. Louis for a couple of reasons.
1) My fiance's (!) nephew just turned two years old, so our initial plan was to drive up for the festivities. That plan got shot down rather quickly, as we learned that the bithday boy was hosting his party at the local train station, and they could only fit in their party from 10 until 11:30. We would have had to leave Memphis at, oh I don't know, 6:00 am to get there in time. Eh.
So, reason 2) was to go visit my fiance's (!) grandmother and take her to lunch. And this turned out to be the best reason of all. My fiance insisted on stopping at his parent's house and picking up the his dad's 1970 Le Mans sport to pick up his grandmother for our lunch date, and of course I had to be the worry-wart and told him that it was a terrible idea, she's 90 years old and would not enjoy riding in a convertible on such a warm day, not to mention can she even get into a car that sits so low to the ground?
Ok, I was wrong. Not only did she love the ride, but she even got a little sun on her face and proudly proclaimed that she didn't care. After taking her to lunch and then dropping her back off at the assisted living facility, the lady at the front desk proclaimed that his grandmother looked "positively wonderful" riding around in that nice convertible. This made her beam even more.
Once we dropped her off, we visited the birthday boy, and during dinner with my fiance's family, we announced our engagement. Tears and hugs ensued. I felt loved. Overall, it was a truly splendid weekend.