Statue on Yal-Ku lagoon as taken by GJ
It was months ago when GJ mentioned to me that he'd never taken a vacation with someone other than family.
I may not be the wealthiest of people but I insist on going somewhere at least once a year. My favorite vacation spot is the Mayan Riviera.
One night, as I rambled on and on about the beauty of the area, he mentioned something about how he'd pay if I planned a trip for us.
"Don't even joke with me," I said to him on the phone that night, "because I'll have an itinerary in your inbox within the hour."
The next Friday evening, as I drove back to Louisiana to visit my Gentleman Jack, he texted me: "I have a HUGE surprise for you."
Grrr... I have a love/hate relationship with messages like that.
At his house, he escorted me to his bedroom and had me lie down on the bed with my eyes closed. (I was fully clothed.) He told me to imagine being on the beach, hearing the sounds of the ocean waves, feeling the breeze through the palm leaves... and I felt something raining down over me.
That day, he had stopped by a video poker machine at his local hang out and threw $50 in just for fun. He won $1000 and our vacation was paid for!
Gentleman Jack's passport was expired and he sent in for a renewal 2 months before our trip. Two weeks before the trip, he received a letter from the passport office saying that they thought he had another passport already. He had to fill out yet another form and send it back in. From that day on, he was calling every day to find out if it had been processed or not.
"In processing"... that's all we heard for 2 weeks... even after GJ paid another $100 to have it expedited.
On Wednesday, the day before our trip, he had still not received his passport. We were still being told that it was "processing" and they had no idea where it was.
I was - OMG, I'm not sure stressed is the correct word - and I was already looking at how much money we would be losing by canceling our vacation at the last minute. Then, out of the blue, a girlfriend sent me a "positive thinking" message and I remembered, "Things will work out."
Someone close to us suggested we contact a senator's office to have them call the passport office on our behalf. The senator's office called my Gentleman, told him they had the passport tracked down and put in a Fedex overnight envelope to my house. It was supposed to arrive by 8 a.m. the next day.
We had to leave my house by 8:15 a.m. to catch the flight.
Gentleman Jack packed his bags and drove to Dallas the night before. I waited to pack until that night and we settled into what would hopefully be a good night's sleep. We were both resigned to the fact that it would either work out or something else - something better - would.
His passport arrived at 7:38 a.m.
We drove to the airport filled with absolute giddiness. That is, until we realized that Gentleman Jack's suitcase might possibly be over the 50 lb. weight limit for luggage. We might have to shell out another $75.
We looked at each other and smiled. "Things will work out."
The weight of his suitcase?
The weather forecast for the entire length of our trip to Mexico was scattered rain and thunderstorms.
We had perfect, gorgeous weather with clear evenings and a beautiful full moon that hung over the ocean painting the entire scene in black and white...
I could write story after story you're-never-gonna-believe-this luck for Gentleman Jack and I. I love being in a relationship with someone who also believes in the power of intention and faith. Maybe there's something to be said for taking leaps of faith together.
After all, our entire relationship is based on it!
I do believe that things happen for a reason and I try to allow them to unfold as they're supposed to.
I hope I never get over being surprised when things work out.