This weekend was a success. Friday my mom actually was on the way to church and saw one of my brothers in a parking lot at the corner of their street (waiting for my other brother), pulled in and found out what was going on. I got the call saying, "why didn't you tell me you were planning a surprise?!?" Silly mom.
Saturday we finally got mom out of the house so the cake could be decorated and food prepared for the party that night. Got the cake done (thanks Kristen!!!) with 5 minutes to spare and it went in the commercial pizza oven in the basement for safe keeping. Give-away #1 happened when by chance my mom told my sister in law that she was going to go start the pizza oven for the potatoes and was told to ask Dad to start it (fortunately dad had said where he put the cake and fortunatly mom did NOT turn the oven on!). Give-away #2 was when the table was set and mom (always one to be prepared and ahead of the game) started counting plates and found there to be more than how many people were in the house. Though she did not find out who was coming until they walked in the house.
It was a great weekend.
I'm beyond exhuasted and still have one more day to go before my man gets off that jet plane. I know I can do it. I. Can.