My Romance

Gentle forehead kisses.

Being tucked in for a nap.

Holding hands.

Saying "Please".

Saying "Thank you".

Surprise hugs from behind.

Offers of, "Do you need anything, Babe?"

Blankets brought to cover feet while reading.

Starting the vehicle on cold days.

Carrying in the groceries.

A hand on the back when we're in crowded places.

Winks and smiles from across the room.

I used to have a specific picture of romance when I was single. I thought it was all about getting dressed up, the man giving the woman flowers and chocolates and then going out for dinner and dancing. I thought Valentine's Day and anniversaries were about grand gestures of love involving huge, sparkly diamonds, wine and candle-lit dinners. As mine and Mike's ten year anniversary approaches (in five months), I have learned romance is so much more than this.

I would much rather have gestures from the list above every day, than just two or three days a year to show our love. I still shake my head in awe at the fact that Mike and I say thank you for everything...clearing the table, changing the laundry, shovelling the driveway etc. I'm pretty sure if we're still saying it after ten years, we'll say it for the rest of our lives.

Mike has done such an amazing job of taking care of me, both throughout the pregnancy, especially in these last few days of my dealing with losing the cats. He's constantly asking if I'm okay or if he can get me anything. Whatever I need, he gets. Whatever I ask for, he does. Massages, making tea, getting ice packs, letting me sleep in...he's done a really great job.

Over the past few months, we've talked about what kind of gift Mike could get me for pushing a baby out of my wa-hoo. I know some women who have received diamond tokens for their efforts. But I don't want any diamonds. For me? Mike already is my gift. Just the way he is.

But a massaging La-Z Boy would be nice too :-)