We took a 36 hour trip to San Antonio and had the chance to be famous for a day.
From beginning to end, the trip was wonderful. It was meant to be a time to get away before the holidays and to make each other feel special - and it was all of that - but there was an encounter we had on the trip that we keep going back to.
On our only full day there, we stumbled upon the outside seating of a restaurant called Cured. We were immediately impressed with the food (outstanding!), but the way we were treated by the staff- was uncomfortable.
Only 15 minutes into the meal, we knew we had to say something. We kept looking at each other- guilty. Brian voiced it first.
"We have to tell them they have it all wrong. They think we are famous."
The eye contact, the attention to detail, the extra consideration ... the surprise additions to our charcuterie board. We felt like the only people there. The problem was we didn't know how to ask who they thought we were- we kept accepting their gifts and intentionality.
Brian and I have a tradition when we go on trips. We like to feel like locals everywhere we go so we find our "place" in the cities we visit. (We went to the same restaurant in Fredericksburg 4 times in 30 hours- we. do. not. play.)
Anyway, before telling them who we weren't, we sat eating our lunch and had them put us on the list for dinner that night.
Okay, so we didn't tell them. We thought maybe the service was just THAT incredible. So we showed up for our reservation that night. The double doors at the front were opened for us as we walked into a place where we were known somehow. We were lead to a corner table where we could see the entire restaurant, the gorgeous Christmas tree outside our window, and quickly we were brought two glasses of Champagne with a welcoming- old- friend-kind-of hug from the man who had made our afternoon so special.
People were stopping at our table saying how glad they were that we were back- people we most definitely did not meet earlier that day. At this point, we are almost in tears. We felt so incredibly special... But it was the surprise of a dish we did not order- a dish we contemplated getting at lunch - placed on our table with a smile that brought on the undeniable conviction.
We had to tell them.
So Brian took a breath, knowing they may be upset we didn't tell them sooner.
He called the waitress over and said it : "I'm so sorry, we have really enjoyed our time here but I have to ask... do you think we are ... someone... important..? "
So there we sat- in awe with full hearts. Both stunned because we felt so undeserving. So undeserving in fact, that we thought it was a mistake.
Isn't that our story with God? He treats us like royalty- showering us with people, talents, gifts, provision, moments ... but we will give the credit to coincidence or "mistake" or even turn our cheek and pretend the gift wasn't for us.
In that moment, though, it was undeniable. This was for US. Intended for us. Not a have to, but a want to.
And you know what the waitress responded ?
"We just want you to enjoy yourselves."
I will never forget that night. We sat there for three hours. We ate slow and talked about everything. There was one thing we knew without a doubt at the end of this night- We want to make people feel this special.
So here's the challenge: Do something a little over the top for someone this week.
Make someone know what it feels like to be famous in your eyes.
Happy stories, sad stories, dramatic, sorrowful, and joyous stories- every story is a love story... and here are some of mine.