Back in August, I received an email from a man named Don who said his wife Becky was a huge fan of mine, and he wanted her to get to meet me as a surprise for her birthday. (We have a mutual friend, BTW, who had introduced Becky to my books.) Anyway, after a couple of emails were exchanged, we decided that I would join them at a restaurant a few miles from where I lived.
Monday was a full day for me. The writing/revisions were taking much longer than I’d wanted them to, due to the next deadline rushing toward me. But I stopped and put on some make up and fixed my hair and off I went at the appointed time, wondering if I needed my head examined for agreeing to this.
When I was taken to their table, I smiled and said, “Hello.” Don immediately got out of his seat at the booth. Becky was dead silent. Thinking she might not know who I was, I said, “I’m Robin Lee Hatcher.” Well, she did know who I was. She was simply struck dumb with surprise. Then she got out of the booth and hugged me while fighting tears.
I have to tell you, being someone’s “birthday surprise” was a real kick. Don and Becky are the cutest couple, married about a year. He loves to surprise her, and she loves his surprises. She said this would be a hard one for him to ever top. Over the course of the hour I was with them, we talked about a number of things — my books, what brought me to Christian fiction, how he proposed to her, where we all grew up (they are both from Boise, too), what churches we attend. It was absolutely a delightful time.
So, as it turned out, I didn’t need my head examined (except maybe for eating some of that gigantic ice cream cake). I came home smiling and feeling refreshed. Thanks, Don and Becky, for giving me a fun evening, too.