The highlight of my week was attending the Machine Quilter’s Showcase in Wichita, KS. My husband I decided to make a long weekend mini trip/vacation out of it. The event is a week-long, but Friday and Saturday was all I could do so carefully (budget and time wise) signed up for three lectures. We left early Friday morning so I could spend time on the quilt and vendor floor before my first class.
Normally we would camp because of my allergies, me and hotels don’t do well, but with air filter, own linens in hand, the decision was made to stay in the host hotel. This was key to future events.
Just before my class was to start Greg called to tell me he was given two tickets to a banquet that evening. I thought that was odd, but I know quilters are generous people and maybe the person wasn’t going to be able to use them so I didn’t think too much about it. We would never buy tickets to an event like that because anything I attend, I take the risk on not being able to stay because of my allergies.
The program flyer on the table listed the “host hotel” giveaway. I remembered when signing up there was a drawing if you stayed in the hotel, but nothing else. I asked Greg if the hotel gave him anything, he said he knew nothing about it. I figured if there was a drawing and I missed it, I wasn’t too worried, it wasn’t as though I would win anyway.
When it came time for the announcement of the winner, the person asked the husband of the winner to please stand up.
I need to note here, that in all the years we have been married (almost 38) Greg has never been able to pull off a surprise. I always figure it out.
The clues should have been clear. “Free” tickets out of the blue. His willingness to attend. A husband in the room to stand up, as that narrowed the chances considerably. I was clueless.
My dear husband doesn’t stand up right away. Everyone is looking at all the men in the room (about a dozen), wondering who won. Then he stands up. I was totally stunned. My first impulse was to pull him down and tell him that it wasn’t a funny joke, but the look on his face told me he was the one. And I was the winner. A brand new Bernina.
Pinch me, I still don’t believe it.
The others at the table couldn’t believe that he kept the secret so well and acted clueless when we discussed the giveaway.
He’s a keeper. He encouraged me to attend the event, supports my quilting obsession and came along for the ride. While I may have won a sewing machine, which is huge in my eyes, the support and love I have from him makes me a bigger winner in life.
What wins are in your life?
A winner on the Journey, Jackie