I Went to Surprise My Husband at Work — and Found My Face on a “Do Not Enter” Sign

protocols, I assumed at first glance. Problem clients, perhaps, or competitors who’d tried to gain access under false pretenses.

Then I saw my own face staring back at me.

It was a photo from our trip to Hawaii three years ago—I recognized the floral shirt I was wearing, the particular way my hair had been styled that day. My smile in the photo looked continue reading …