Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Surprises!

I want to record for posterity Carlene's 81st birthday surprise at Starbucks in Pearland, TX.


On October 17th I drove to Freeport to spend the night with Mom in order to take her to Starbucks the morning of her birthday (Oct. 18th). The closest Starbucks to Freeport is in Pearland (45 miles) and Mom was all for it.


What she didn't know was Glory was flying into Houston the same morning for her Brazosport High School 40 year reunion. We didn't know who would get there first, but either way, it was going to be a surprise.

As Mom entered Glory pats the chair next to her and says, "Hey, why don't you go ahead and sit here." Mom stared at the chair, then looked at Glory for a minute. .....processing.....then it hit her. Next came the hugging and some weepy babbling. Then in a moment of clarity Carlene looked at me asked, "Did you know about this?"




We all had our coffee and told Mom all about our scheming. Bill called my cell phone to say happy birthday, so I gave her the phone and they talked for a bit. Then about two minutes later HE WALKED IN and kissed Mom on the cheek. I had no idea and neither did Glory. It was such a good switcheroo that it felt like it was my birthday too. We all sat there together, drinking coffee and basking in our cleverness.

Happy Birthday Gweema!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

To all who reads this blog, let me say that it happened exactly that way. As usual. Cat told it extremely well Everybody was clever that day and I enjoyed the whole thing. HAPPY BITHDAY TO ME !!

Anonymous said...

this was the best birthday surprise we've ever done for Mom. We lover her sooooo much and it was wonderful to surprise her and see her so happy. Good time was had by all!!! WE LOVE YOU, MOM!!
Glory (her favorite child) :)

Anonymous said...

Hi Gweema!!! Sorry I missed the big day. Happy belated birthday! Too bad all you got was coffee for your birthday. I mean, really..not even a scone? Oh well, something to strive for on your 82nd!!!!!!
Love ya, mean it, David Lorms