Welcome readers to Week 19 of the MFRW Blog hop.
Week 19: My Most Romantic Memory
Do you have any idea how difficult it is for a guy to romance a romance author? Hmmm? Seriously, how does any man ever compete against our book boyfriends?
OK, so I’m not really a mushy, gushy type of gal with frilly lace around my house with romantic decor, the rooms filled with soft mood inducing elements. In fact, I’m a bit of a slob if truth be told. As I look around at the moment, I need to do some serious houseleaning. But that’s another story.
Plus, this isn’t my first rodeo. We’ve been married for almost 33 years.
I could list so many things in that amount of time, not to mention the 6 years we dated before tying the knot!
I remember our first kiss like it was yesterday, but I have to say it pales in comparison with the deep passionate kisses now.
I remember our first time, . . . well, you know. We were young, clumsy, neither of us knew what we were doing. But now, bow chicka wow wow!
But, passion is not the same as romance.
Romance is so much more than a hot date that ends with sex! Romance is being pursued. It’s connecting, caring deeply in such a way that he makes me know that I am his heart!
How can I pick just one thing?
My husband is an engineer. He overthinks most things. He’s not Mr. Romance. BUT, he’s got such a wonderful heart and he gets me. He loves me despite my bad habits, my insecurities, and struggles. It’s so hard to pick just one thing or event.
I think the most romantic thing he has ever done for me is forgiving me. We were very near divorced a few years back. I was done, fed up, hurt. He never cheated on me – I want to make that clear. It was other things. We weren’t connecting, we weren’t being considerate of each other, and in my hurt I was angry. So very angry.
I wasn’t nice to him at all. Yet, he was willing to go to marriage counseling, bare his soul in front of someone else in order to work things out. We both had some changes to make and my husband was better at it than me. I was all for talking about the actions but when the counselor wanted to address underlying issues. . . it took a long while before I opened up.
At the time I had shut him out but he wooed me back.
I Know it may not seem romantic to some people, but changing a lifetime of habits is difficult. We had to change some elemental behaviors, both of us. The fact that he was willing to change for me when there was nothing really wrong with him, to begin with, . . . well to know that someone loves you so much they are willing to sacrifice everything else, that’s LOVE.
Fictional characters never stink up the bathroom, they don’t leave their clothes on the floor, or their plates on the table. They don’t have bad breath or get sick. They don’t say the wrong thing at the wrong time and fictional characters don’t share our physical space. BTW, it’s not just the men that are guilty of these things. I’m sure the men could add a few more things to that list.
In real life, I found my Prince. Real life love trumps any fictional romance every time. We’ve been together for 39 years between dating and marriage – I think we may have figured out a thing or two.
This is us!
I am blessed to have him in my life! He’s my best friend!
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Write on my friends, write on!