My Quota of Surprises

This weekend I not one, but two surprises.

I was supposed to have three days off, but it wasn’t going to work out for me to go home so I asked if I could just work one and a half of the days and my mangers said sure. (Cue happiness because I really like my job. I mean, obviously…) Well, Saturday afternoon I was covering a light, five-hour shift and about fifteen minutes before I was going to head home, I looked up and saw my pastor and his wife (from back home) about ten paces away.

Now, I knew there was a possibility that they’d stop in some time because they’re my really good friends and their son only lives about an hour away, but the shock was real folks. I ran out from my station and gave them big hugs, totally delighted that they could see me in my little work sphere.

God had worked it out perfectly so 1) I was at work when they stopped by and 2) I was just getting off work so we could hang out for a visit. They weren’t at the museum to tour it, they were just there to hang out with me. So I quickly went and dropped my till (which is what you call it when you take your money to the cash room), then introduced them to my manager while I signed out for the day.

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We headed over to my camper which was pretty cool because they used to travel by camper a lot, so they were able to give me some tips and tricks about how to keep my place more insulated, etc…

Having them visit me was wonderful and made me so happy. I’m thrilled to be here in Kentucky, but I also left a lot behind in Ohio, so when my two little worlds merge it’s fantastic.

Sunday I worked the last late shift of the summer, then called Mom as I headed home. Right before I walked into my camper my sister stepped out from behind a tree. I screamed, my mouth fell open, and I just stared at her. Then, realizing I had just screamed into my phone then took it away from my ear I quickly asked Mom if she knew what was going on. She did and was quite amused, so I hung up and gave my sister a big hug.

She had decided that some sister-time was far over-due and her husband had helped her work out surprising me.

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She took me to my favorite restaurant (Olive Garden) where we talked and laughed and had enough leftovers to bring home for a whole second meal. (And actually for me, a third.)

Then we came back to my camper and I had a delightful time showing her around. It was gratifying when she commented on how she was surprised that I didn’t really have any clutter. (Yo, folks, when we were kids we shared a room and I was Clutter Queen and my room was a mess. Most of my childhood was spent with my parents and oldest sister trying to teach me to keep my things in order, but instead, I just became an expert at climbing over mounds of stuff in order to reach my bed.) For the last decade, I’ve become progressively more particular with my living space, and nowadays? Well, everything has its place and I’m not able to relax until everything is in its place. That comes in hand when you have unexpected company, I mean, obviously.

My sister spent the night, and we had a lovely time talking, walking around the gardens, relaxing, and me excitedly introducing her to my friends at the museum, and of course, showing her all the stuffed animals. (Seriously, we’ve got some of the cutest ones ever.)

The sister-time we had was exactly what I needed, even though I hadn’t realized that until I was experiencing it. I’m so thankful she came. It was hard saying good-bye to her, but I just kept reminding myself that her visit was so unexpected in the first place that I can just dwell on the happiness of her having been here, rather then miss her too much.

I never liked surprises because I like anticipating happy things. But now? Well, maybe I’m changing my mindset because goodness, getting surprised twice in one weekend was amazingly wonderful.

And now I’ve got to hurry off to work, so bye for now folks!

Question: Do you like surprises? What’s one of the best surprises you’ve ever gotten?

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