I have a fantastic man in my life. Il Marito is equally my partner-in-crime and my rock. He works hard, plays hard, and is without a doubt my best friend. He’s also a devoted father and friend to il Bambino.

For years, we had a tradition of planning a surprise anniversary weekend. We alternated the planning responsibilities and would create a weekend that was tailored for the other. We also joyously eff’ed with each other– dropping hints (mostly untrue) about the impending trip. I once faked a fight with my brother at a family wedding to keep il Marito off the trail of our actual plans.

For the last couple of years, we’ve minimized this tradition. We were adjusting to il Bambino and didn’t have the bandwidth to plan and engage in subterfuge.  This year, we’re bringing the anniversary trip back. (Il Bambino is going to hang out with Nonna and Nonno for the weekend.)

This year, I’m in charge. I’ve tailored a weekend of his favorite things (many of which I would rather not do). So far, I’ve  scheduled a modern dance workshop, an EARLY morning hot yoga session, dinner at his favorite vegan restaurant, and have two front row tickets to a “Peppa Pig Live!” show.

Sometimes, love is patience. You give up a weekend and channel your inner Martha Graham for your husband. It’s a small price for all he does. (Just don’t tell him about our plans… It’s still a secret. )