A few months back, Coral (the gal who shot our wedding and years later, became my dearest friend) and I hatched a plan to invite our husband's to a one-day Christian marriage conference in Portland, Oregon.
And being the good husbands that they are, they agreed - even though I'm sure they could both think of about 100 ways they'd rather spend a day.
What they didn't know was that we had other plans for them.
So Jeremy and Coral showed up at our house at 6:15 a.m. last Saturday and then we loaded up our car, stopped for gas, and got on the freeway heading North on I-5.
And then about 3 1/2 hours later as we approached Albany, I asked my husband if he could pull over at the next gas station so Coral and I could use the restroom.
What they didn't notice was the bag I snuck into the bathroom or how both of our jackets were buttoned up when we got back into the car.
Proof that a man's limited power of observation can actually come in handy every once in awhile.
Then, as we got back into the car, I announced that I had something I wanted everyone to listen to while plugging my iPhone into the stereo.
And then I turned up this song while Coral and I took off our jackets to display our OSU t-shirts, handed our husband's brand-new OSU sweatshirts of their own, and announced that we were taking them to a Beavers game instead of a marriage conference.
And I think that gesture may have done more for our relationships than any marriage conference could have...