In my youth, which seems like a lifetime ago, I used to chide my father for not being "more romantic with my mother and showing her he REALLY loved her". I don't recall any grossly overdone flower bouquets, or chandeliers of diamonds, or seeing he and Mom jetting off to some exotic all inclusive resort by themselves (or with us for that matter). I thought, what a dud. Dad must have been one smooth dude when he was younger, cause all he does now is hunt, camp, fish, and help with our various school and extra curricular activities - NOT romantic at all and this is certainly not any way to show you love someone. Shows you how vast my knowledge of romance and love was at 10 or 12 years old.
For me romance and love were interchangeable and both were like the end of the Cinderella story. It was about the glass slipper, the royal ball, the horse drawn carriage, and my very own prince charming. I asked my Mom once if she thought she got the short end of the stick. She just smiled, as she always does, and started to tell me about all the ways Dad was romantic (and yes these are all G rated). Mom told me that love is represented by the little things only your spouse knows about you that continue to keep the romance alive and prove they love you.
Your Father isn't a showy guy, and I don't need all that stuff, it's just stuff. But I know your Father loves me because I see it there when he chooses my favorite place to eat when we go out to dinner. It is in knowing I like to sleep in so he lets me sleep in every weekend and keeps you kids occupied until I wake up on my own. It is in engaging in activities with you girls and making time to do things together as a family. It is in the occasional peck on the back of the neck (ewwwww, please stop there mom before you burn my inner ears to death!). And it is in the way your Father thanks me for every meal I puts on the table. He always says, "Terri that was great. You are an excellent cook!". Honestly, not a meal Mom makes goes by without Dad saying that. In response to my Mother's altruistic description of love and romance I rolled my eyes, sighed and thought, he has brain washed her into believing this is romance, this is love UGH.
On December 23rd 2010 I married the most remarkable man. He is kind. He is loving. He is smart, ever so smart. He is honorable. He is courageous. He is an amazing father. He is a good man, one of the best, I have ever known. Each night since that day I have had the honor of falling asleep next to him. And every night I lay my head on his arm. Snuggle up next to him (he is always a good source of heat and I am alway cold), and I tuck my right hand under my pillow and find his waiting for me. Our fingers interlock together and we hold each others hand. This is how we have fallen asleep every night we've been married. This is what I miss the most when he travels and this is just one of the many ways, that has nothing to do with flowers, diamonds, royal balls, etc. etc, that prove his love in a very romantic way. It is in discovering that true love and romance exist in the the most ordinary things in life that I am truly like my parents.
For me romance and love were interchangeable and both were like the end of the Cinderella story. It was about the glass slipper, the royal ball, the horse drawn carriage, and my very own prince charming. I asked my Mom once if she thought she got the short end of the stick. She just smiled, as she always does, and started to tell me about all the ways Dad was romantic (and yes these are all G rated). Mom told me that love is represented by the little things only your spouse knows about you that continue to keep the romance alive and prove they love you.
Your Father isn't a showy guy, and I don't need all that stuff, it's just stuff. But I know your Father loves me because I see it there when he chooses my favorite place to eat when we go out to dinner. It is in knowing I like to sleep in so he lets me sleep in every weekend and keeps you kids occupied until I wake up on my own. It is in engaging in activities with you girls and making time to do things together as a family. It is in the occasional peck on the back of the neck (ewwwww, please stop there mom before you burn my inner ears to death!). And it is in the way your Father thanks me for every meal I puts on the table. He always says, "Terri that was great. You are an excellent cook!". Honestly, not a meal Mom makes goes by without Dad saying that. In response to my Mother's altruistic description of love and romance I rolled my eyes, sighed and thought, he has brain washed her into believing this is romance, this is love UGH.
On December 23rd 2010 I married the most remarkable man. He is kind. He is loving. He is smart, ever so smart. He is honorable. He is courageous. He is an amazing father. He is a good man, one of the best, I have ever known. Each night since that day I have had the honor of falling asleep next to him. And every night I lay my head on his arm. Snuggle up next to him (he is always a good source of heat and I am alway cold), and I tuck my right hand under my pillow and find his waiting for me. Our fingers interlock together and we hold each others hand. This is how we have fallen asleep every night we've been married. This is what I miss the most when he travels and this is just one of the many ways, that has nothing to do with flowers, diamonds, royal balls, etc. etc, that prove his love in a very romantic way. It is in discovering that true love and romance exist in the the most ordinary things in life that I am truly like my parents.
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