Very Perfectly Happy

Have you ever been very perfectly happy? Maybe Valentine's Day is spilling backwards into my weekend.  I don't know, but yesterday my Darling Love took me on one of his famous I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-where-we're-going-until-we-get-there dates. I suppose these dates are his favorite because I can't complain if I don't know where it is that we are going.(not that I would : ) Half the time I suspect that HE doesn't even know our destination until we get there.  I think he sometimes just points the car in a direction and drives.  I brag about the fact that I love to be organized and always have a plan, but deep down inside I love my husband's spontaneity. He insists that I relax, enjoy, and let him take care of the rest.
So we hopped in the car and off we went on our way to seemingly nowhere. After about fifteen minutes of driving and chatting, he took a left off the main road, and we pulled into a park that neither of us had been to before.  "This should be fun," I thought, still not ecstatically excited but just enjoying being with my husband.  We walked down a rocky path that lead to the Cape Fear River.  Because of the chill in the air, only we had ventured out to the park that day, so the river bank was empty....all to ourselves.  We spotted a large flat rock and stretched out on a blanket that we keep in the car for just such "emergencies."  With the sun keeping us warm and the water rushing by all around us, I was very perfectly happy.  The type of happy where you don't even have to try.  It just bubbles up inside and makes you smile.  I am so thankful for the precious moments shared with my Love.  I don't think a shopping spree, a Caribbean cruise, or a new car has anything on that rock on the riverbank.