My husband, a pilot, had a flight on our anniversary, so I bought a seat on his plane to surprise him, but his announcement ran ice through my veins.
My husband, Terrence, is a pilot. In twelve years of marriage, he had never missed our anniversary.
This year, his schedule put him in the cockpit right on the night we were supposed to celebrate it.
He felt terrible about it. I already had a plan in mind. The flight lasted ninety minutes.
I bought a ticket without telling him anything. I curled my hair. I put on the red dress he liked so much from our very first date.
At the boarding gate, I almost ruined everything when I saw him laughing near the jet bridge, wearing his crisp uniform.
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