I’m so glad you’re planning this surprise getaway for us. We’re going to make amazing memories… if you let me book my own accommodation!
I will act pleasantly surprised. My tears of joy will be perfectly timed. The chocolate on the pillow will be the best touch from you to me. Together we will make this the perfect surprise. You’re welcome to select the route and destination – if you keep this in mind:
After 6 hours on the road – let’s drive to the airport.
I can’t move around. The packet by my feet is starting to bother the essence of my being. Aaah the view of arable land. I can’t imagine anymore daisies or sunflowers. I’m fresh out of a flowery imagination. I now know the lyrics to Twista’s celebrity over night. My stories about Kenosi’s job, boyfriend, next door neighbour are done for. I’m sure this isn’t how it happens in the movies. No fascinating people are going to drive passed – except for the guys on their way to Harare with a bunkbed on the roof of the Corolla. This isn’t fun. Lets fly mango maybe?
I need a bed.
We have the best memories of the outdoors but I may have enjoyed those places because I was blinded by love then. When do we get upgraded to the glamping suites? Let’s lie under the stars, make fires, sing songs then soak in the giant bath, wrap myself in a heated towel and watch television…. on a queen size.
I need to see what you see.
You had me at “you’re so beautiful”. I prepared for that moment. I believed you because I saw myself first. Where is the mirror? How big is it? Can I get a full body view or just my face? I’ll pretend I didn’t notice you pack my mirror in during the week.
You’re the man of my dreams.
So you should probably let me sleep. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. You have me all to yourself all day. Watching the sunrise is beautiful but not as great as acknowledging God’s wonder when it’s up and shining. It has been a 4am-birds-chirping-at-my-window kind of year. I’ve waited for this beauty sleep moment for so long. Can we enjoy it just for a little while.
Amla, Messi, Rabada and Neymar must all fall.
Let’s not call home for the score. Twitter referees don’t need an assistant I can assure you. It took me a long while to get dressed, please don’t waste my outfit with me waiting for you to finish the game. Thou shalt not book a room with a TV if thou hast no self control. Amen. (Unless an episode of Keeping Up with the Kardashians is on then ignore this point).
You’re my favourite souvenir.
Have you seen my Instagram? Angles are key to a beautiful holiday. Forget reality, according to Instagram this is the best baecation a girl can ask for. Because you’re here – no one can dispute it. We can be Will an Jada. Your feet in the sand, our heart shaped hands over the ocean, my famous side laugh pose aahh – all our clichés are the ones I will remember the most.
So thank you boo. You’re the best – so thoughtful and loving in all your ways! Just that much better with my help. Lets do this holiday thing…
With love from,