I open the car door for you and take your hand as I fumble with my key ring selecting the key the realtor gave me not an hour before.
"I know you won't have furniture until tomorrow but I say we christen the house," you smile at me as I get the door unlocked and we enter.
"What do you have in mind?" I ask.
You unzip the overstuffed bag you've kept with you all day, your "mystery bag" you've called it when I've asked. As the bag opens I see a blanket. A thick and soft one that looks perfect for snuggling. Pulling it out you hand it to me, "Hold this, there's more."
A bottle of champagne and two cheap plastic glasses follow. I laugh at your sneakiness and sweetness.
I spread the blanket in front of the fireplace and you put the bottle and glasses down in the middle.
"I'll be right back, I've got my own surprise," I say before heading out the door. When I come back in our new house I have a fire starter log, wood, and a lighter. "How about you crank the a/c down and I'll get this going?"
You hop up from pouring the champagne and are back just as I get the log going. "It's down to 65, if I get cold you'll have to snuggle with me," you tell me with a wink. "Now a toast..."
"To friendship, to friends who can be more," I say.
"And to your new house," you add.
"And Carrie, thank you for agreeing to come down and help me this weekend," I say.
We clink plastic before downing our champagne in one gulp.