Here is one of the surprises. There's a new restaurant on Park Avenue in Winter Park called Prato. Dave loved walking by each week as it was coming together. He loves the interior architecture. So I decided we would have lunch there last Thursday. Dave was aware of this. But what he didn't know was that his daughter would fly in from Chicago to have lunch with us.
Of course you never know exactly when the plane will arrive so there was much texting back and forth. Finally I received the text "Landed!" Time for us to head to Prato.
The day before I had stopped into Prato and clued in the staff. They were excited.
When Dave and I arrived the hostess sent us all the way to the back. Dave said, "What's back here." I said, "Turn around." And there, scrunched down in a booth, was his beautiful daughter.
What a moment! Couldn't have been better. But it was just the beginning.
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