Kid-Free Getaway: 11th Wedding Anniversary at the Hilton Promenade

Dan and I got away this weekend for the first time in 9 years….(gasp!). I know, we’re already kicking ourselves for waiting this long; we had our oldest child 9 years ago, and since then we’ve really not had an overnight getaway. We were so excited, as giddy as two little kids. We had some pretty awesome friends who also have a little boy, and they agreed to have a sleepover with our boys. Off we went on our mini kid-free vacation.

We had reserved our room in advance at the Hilton Promenade on the Branson Landing in Branson, MO. I’d actually reserved it using the HHonors App for the iPhone (also available for Android). It was so quick and easy, and I could see every little detail right there on my phone. Amenities were listed, pricing, pictures, etc. I could also see that the hotel offered either self-serve parking for $8 or valet parking for $12. We decided, in advance, to go for the valet parking once down there (it would be added to our bill, which was awesome; all tips were also added in, so no need to fret if you don’t have cash on hand).

From the moment we arrived at the hotel, everyone was so friendly, conversational, nice, helpful, and kind. The hotel itself was beautiful, but the service made it even more so. We felt so special, as if we were living in the lap of luxury for the time being. We checked in within 5 minutes of our arrival and headed up to our room. The room included 2 Queen beds and had a large tiled bathroom with glass-enclosed shower AND a tub for soaking. Of course, the room also had many lamps (which provided ambient lighting with dimming/brightening knobs), a flat screen tv, large desk area, double door closet, and a view of downtown Branson. I noticed right away how quiet the room was; we couldn’t hear anything once inside our room, and that was fabulous! It made for much relaxation. If you want to see more pictures of our weekend getaway, check out my Intersect story here. Also, here’s a video….

The Hilton Promenade has a large heated pool and hot tub, as well as a fitness center equipped with the latest in fitness machines. Each treadmill had its own mini television, and headphones were provided at the front desk. There was also a business room where you could get online (though paid internet is available in the rooms, as well), along with fax, copy, and printing services. There was an ATM right inside the hotel also.That evening we decided to go out to eat, so we chose the Level 2 SteakHouse which was right across the street at the Hilton Convention Center. Oh.my.word….the service was again fantastic, the food was fabulous, and we were just loving every second. Our waiter’s name was Kurt, and he was probably one of the best waiters we’ve ever had (no joke). He gave recommendations, conversed with us, and just really made sure that our dinner was everything we could want it to be. We had to laugh a little when he brought out a huge box of steak knives for us to choose from for our steak. The food servings were quite generous, a family-size meal so that we were able to only order one meal and still have leftovers to take with us. The atmosphere was very quiet, serene, romantic, quite gorgeous with lovely chandeliers and candle-lit tables. The food was delicious; though the prices were not what we’d normally pay, this was quite the special occasion, so we didn’t mind a bit.After dark when it had cooled down, we enjoyed a nice, leisurely stroll around the Branson Landing, which is much like a small city with all kinds of shops and restaurants. Of course, there’s the Riverwalk too along Lake Taneycomo. Everything was well-lit, and it was just really romantic and beautiful. There was still quite a crowd out, even so close to closing time, but with summer, more and more people are vacationing and enjoying the warm summer nights on the Landing. We made our way to Starbucks for a late-night treat, and then since we were hungry again (having eaten so early in the evening), we decided to order a pizza from San Francisco Oven (right downstairs in our hotel). Don’t judge….it was both a late night snack and breakfast.:) Since the pizza was room service, the delivery guy brought it right in and set it all up for us (talk about luxury!). It was awesome! He was just talking away to Dan the whole time, while I sheepishly lay in bed in my pajamas browsing on my phone (where I’d been before he came). He asked us how our day had been and stayed for a couple minutes, then left us to enjoy our pizza.

All in all, we had a fabulous stay. We checked out this morning in all of 2 seconds over the phone, called down for our car, and loaded up. It was bittersweet because we were sad to be leaving, but we were also excited to get back to our boys. Thank you so much, Hilton Promenade, for making this such a sweet memory for my husband and I. We’ve both decided that this is going to be an annual tradition, just getting away the two of us overnight (maybe even 2 nights). We also decided while alone and able to just focus on each other, that date nights are a much needed thing….so it’s something I may be writing about in the future, sharing different ideas on how even you, my readers, can have a romantic date night with your loved one.

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(Disclosure: This hotel stay was part of a social shopper insights study for Collective Bias (http://collectivebias.com). Thank you so much, CB, for making this possible. All views/opinions remain solely my own and those of my husband’s. We are so grateful for this opportunity to get away together and just enjoy each other.)

A Lemon Drop Story (Fiction)

Our only daughter was getting married.   My husband agreed to drive us to a big city about a hundred miles away to go wedding shopping.  I was looking forward to spending this special day together, just the three of us.  As I got into the car’s passenger seat that day, I looked back at our daughter.  Her smile was huge, and her eyes were sparkling with anticipation.  Remembering that feeling, I reached across the bench front seat and squeezed my own true love’s hand.  My husband smiled back at me.

It was such a memorable day.  We found everything we needed for the wedding and then enjoyed a nice lunch.  We shared our own wedding stories with our daughter and reminisced about our newlywed days.  By the end of the day, we were all content as we got into the car to make the long drive home.

My husband pulled out into the rush hour traffic of the afternoon and immediately had to cut across several lanes of cars, cautiously waiting to be waved on by the other drivers.  He made a comment about dreading the drive home.  Soon, he realized he had become disoriented in the unfamiliar territory.  Trying to be helpful, I mentioned a sign I had seen, indicating the direction to the interstate, and so we turned around again, fighting the lines of other vehicles the whole way.

As we approached the interstate entrance ramp, my husband realized it was taking us the WRONG DIRECTION.  He fumed at me, “We are NOT supposed to be going EAST.  We want to go WEST!”   And he grumbled about some more things as he again attempted to get us going the right way.

Once we were correctly on our way home, it was tensely silent inside the car.  I looked anxiously at my daughter behind me.  Her head was bowed, and her eyes were downcast.  I looked over at my husband, and I could see that little muscle in his jaw twitching, as it did when he was irritated.  I began to have a silent conversation with myself, blaming him for ruining our happy day.  It wasn’t my fault that we got turned around; I was just trying to help.  And the more I talked with myself, the angrier I got.  I felt the tears welling in my eyes, but I sure wasn’t going to let HIM know I was about to cry.

I dug in my purse to find a tissue, which, of course, was buried somewhere amongst all the stuff I carried with me.  As I moved items around in the bottom of my purse, my fingers touched on a smooth, oval piece of candy.  It was a lemon drop!  Lemon drops have been my husband’s favorite candy since his childhood.  I grasped the little candy in my palm and drew it out of my purse.

I peeked over at my husband; his jaw muscle was still working furiously as he concentrated on the road.  I glanced back at my daughter, sitting stoically in the back.  Tentatively, I slid my hand across the bench seat and set the lemon drop beside my husband’s leg and poked him gently.  He looked down, picked up the peace offering, popped it in his mouth, and smiled.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Yeah, me too,” I replied.  He extended his hand towards me, and I intertwined my fingers into his.  I looked back again at my daughter.  Her eyes were again sparkling, full of joy and anticipation.  I prayed she would enjoy a marriage as happy as ours.

Conny has adapted this work of fiction from a real-life story her pastor’s wife has used often as an illustration in her women’s Sunday School class.  Conny enjoys writing and blogging at www.thehutchhaus.blogspot.com.

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