I thought that was the way you had a romance, being swept off your feet on a daily basis...
Now that I'm a bone fide adult, I know for a fact that it's not.
Between hubs working a ton, the Boy who needs attention constantly, hobbies of a fiberous nature, friends and other social engagements, we don't make enough time for romance.
Well, Hubs outdid himself this weekend.
I was sick on the couch so he decided to go grocery shopping. He took longer than expected. He came in and grabbed my hand, pulling me outside, saying that he had a surprise to show me.
He washed, cleaned and vacuumed my car! It looks fantastic! I can see out the windows, there's no dust on my dashboard, no cheerios on the floor, and I don't get all scuzzed out by the amount of crap everywhere anymore.
I kissed his cheek and said a heartfelt thank you. It was honestly one of the sweetest things he's ever done for me.
It's not about the white horse or the fairy tale ending. It's the day to day nice things you do for each other. Yeah, the diamonds and sapphires are amazing, but give me a guy who shows me he loves me in little ways anyday. That is a true romance.