I have a friend who is going on an adventure. An adventure she didn't know about 24 hours ago. An adventure she still doesn't know about. My friend is from the south. She has been transplanted to the north and she is having a pretty big birthday. She tells her husband, "I miss home, I miss the south. I need a vacation." This Friday night she returns home from work and is greeted with a husband on a mission. He's arranged a pedicure for her. He's busy changing the sheets on the guest bed with fresh linens. He's called the dog sitter. They are "on vacation". A surprise plane flight in the morning. The best part is, he's not telling her where. Surprises are fun. Surprises are kind. Surprises are a love story. I bet he's taking her home.