Keeping Romance Alive – by Blair
Editor’s Note: Today’s post was written by Blair, who also wrote “We Don’t Fight” for us last month. It was phenomenal. She and her husband have a marriage I look up to, and I love this short & sweet submission on keeping romance alive. She blogs at TheHeirToBlair.com and tweets at @heirtoblair. – Lauren
The sun shone through the windows of his pick-up truck, music blaring as he reached over to hold my hand, eyes smiling. My heart thumped.
Before I left for spring break, he slipped me a new pink iPod and a long kiss. A sweet gesture to keep my mind on him while I was away.
I smiled as he walked through the door of my apartment, greeted with candlelight, soft music, and dinner. Our first Valentine’s together.
He brought long-stemmed yellow roses on a Thursday. He knows they’re my favorite.
Our first Christmas together in our home, with champagne & a bed of blankets by the fire, twisting fingers & sighs. Making magic of our own.
After seven years together, my husband & I have experienced quite a few pitter-pats of the heart. The first two years of our courtship were a flurry of late-night dates & cocktails in dim bars. Wild make-out sessions for no good reason on the couch & flowers on bad days. As we exchanged our vows in July 2006, I pictured a life full of secret notes under pillows & daisies on my dresser, sprinkled with quiet candlelight dinners with me in heels & him in a tie.
Oh, to be naive again.
Eventually the honeymoon ends as real life seeps in. Suddenly, my husband is picking up an extra gallon of milk for the baby after work instead of yellow roses. Saturday mornings are a test of patience in feeding & entertaining a toddler, while date nights of high heels & ties are forgotten for mounting gas bills. Life becomes a constant go-go-go mentality with kisses in passing as we trade off the baby & boil spaghetti on the stove.
And then it’s a decision – do I grumble in the monotony of life, or do I delight in the every day, letting my everyday life become a declaration of love?
He vacuums the downstairs on Saturday morning so that I can take a shower. He understands what a hot shower can do for my tired soul.
I fax over his dental paperwork & double-check coverage. Because I know he is up to his ears at work these days.
He borrows my car but returns home with a full tank of gas. So that I won’t have to stop at 7am on Monday morning.
We crawl into bed at 8:30pm, passing the iPad back & forth as we tag-team Angry Birds. It’s good to still laugh together with no expectations.
And sometimes, the sun still shines through the windows of our new family car, music blaring & he reaches over to hold my hand, eyes smiling. He still makes my heart thump..
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