The English Inn, a lovely and charming bed and breakfast in Eaton Rapids, Michigan has become, throughout the years, one of our very favorites places.
“Are you serious,” I asked, knowing full well that when it comes to matters of sneaking away, Mr. Wonderful is almost always quite serious. (Swoon!)
“Yeah, I’m serious,” he said. “But here’s the thing, some guys just called from Lansing and they need me on a job site first thing Monday morning. I can either get up at 5:00 and drive up from our house or I thought maybe we could check in and stay at the inn Sunday night putting me just a half hour away. I won’t be able to stay with you on Monday, but I thought maybe you could use that time to write until you have to checkout. With your birthday, I thought it just might be perfect. What do you think?”
What do I think??? Let’s bust this joint, Baby…
For weeks now I’ve been thinking, daydreaming really, about my secret birthday wish. I’ve been imagining how wonderful it would be to sneak away to the inn either by myself of with Mr. Wonderul for a chance to just sit down and write. No interruptions. No other demands. To be in a place of beauty, a place that inspires me, and place that feels like Jane Austen or some other fairytale creature might just waltz into my room or walk through the woods at any moment. (Not to mention a fireplace and a chaise lounge…squeal!)
For me this is heaven. It’s what I long for… secretly wish for.
But life is busy. It takes time and money to pull that off. It takes babysitters, and planning, and I feel guilty to even ask. So I’ve kept my wish to myself, thinking it just isn’t possible.
This is His way, to delight His beloved with a stunning romance. With a fairytale. A love story.
He knows our hearts! And He delights in granting our wishes.
I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve Him. And yet He is exactly what I’ve been given.
On my birthday…
And everyday. I’ve been blessed with the greatest of gifts…
A husband who loves me. (Thank you so much, Honey)
Parents who’ll watch my babies at the drop of a hat. (Mom and Dad, you are the best!)
And a Savior who woos and romances me.
I am faint with love.