By Darcy Crowder
The candy’s gone, unless you have better will power than I do, or not as many kids roaming the house, that stunning bouquet of flowers is starting to wilt and your night on the town is now just a pleasant memory, that is until you get to relive it as you pay the credit card bill. So what now?
Where are you going to find romance today? Tomorrow? Next week?
Romance is all around you, 365 days of the year, you just have to dust off those rose-colored glasses and look for it – sometimes, maybe, be willing to expand on the traditional romance equals hearts, flowers, passion, definition. It is, after all, a new millennium.
Take my white knight, for instance. Every day he puts on his battle armor of fine, pressed business attire, hops into his trusty gas efficient vehicle and fights his way into downtown Atlanta traffic, all in a day’s work to provide a comfortable, safe environment for his family.
That’s not romance, you say.
Well, what about on the weekends when he drives my car and fills it up with gas, so I don’t have to. Or brings firewood up from the woodshed so I don’t have to tromp down there by myself at night or face off with spiders. Or how about when he washes the dinner dishes the next morning because we got to bed late and he knows I didn’t sleep well and hate to wake up to a messy kitchen.
Well, maybe that’s sort of romantic, in a helpful kinda way.
Okay. How about when he slides over in bed on cold winter nights so I can lay in the “warm spot” and tolerates my freezing toes hovering just centimeters away. Or how, after 26 years, he still holds my hand when we drive around in the car. Or is known to sweep me up in a waltz around the kitchen as we fix dinner because a favorite song came on. Or how about those times when for no reason at all, no holiday, no birthday, just an ordinary day, he stops me in the hallway and tells me I’m beautiful.
Yeah. Now that’s romantic.
So tell me, where do you find romance?