THE MANY DEFINITIONS OF ROMANCE
Happy Hump Day. Yech. Personally, I’ve always hated that saying. It’s just so…unromantic. Not that there is anything inherently romantic about Wednesday in particular, but it leads me into my next topic.
My friend Jamie suggested I talk about some of the things that my husband does that normally wouldn’t be considered romantic, but makes me fall for him all over again. I laughed and told her it’d be a short conversation. Then I decided, “Why not? Surely I can come up with something?”
I sat down to write this and my husband happened by. Hah! I grabbed him for an impromptu interview, and this is how it went:
Stacey: Hey, I need your help.
Wayne: Right now?
Stacey: Please? It’ll only take a few minutes. (He nods, still standing, a look of resignation on his face.) Tell me, do you care about romance?
Wayne: (frowns, what kind of question is this?) Maybe when I was younger. (he’s 38!)
Stacey: Okay, so what did you consider romantic back when you were younger?
Wayne: Being together.
Stacey: What do you consider romantic now?
Wayne: I don’t even think about it. (laughs) You’re asking the wrong person. Maybe you should Google it and see what other guys say. (shrugs, cuz I’ve been scribbling down all his words and now he feels a little pressured) I don’t know—get away from everyone and spend time together—ask Donna, see what she says. (Donna’s my friend, cp, and co-author of Welcome to Redemption—and I’ll get to her later.)
Stacey: (last question, because I’m getting nothing here.) Is there anything I do for you that you consider romantic…or nice? (had to add that, because remember, he considers being together romantic—when he was younger and now!)
Wayne: I don’t know, back massages? Those are nice.
So there you have it, a glimpse of my Hero. Anyone wonder why I write romance?
LOL. I love him, wouldn’t trade him for anything, because he does do little things that turn my heart to mush. Not often, but they’re there. Not to mention, he’s a great dad, he works hard to take care of our family, and I know he’ll always be there for us.
Back to Donna, who was part of the discussion of romantic things that may not seem so to others. Her response was: “You mean like how my husband buys me a candy bar every time he stops at a gas station?” He also tells her he loves her every time he hangs up the phone. (Which reminds me, I almost always get a kiss goodbye, and many times hello—even when I’m sitting on the computer and just turn my cheek.)
Another friend, Dulcie, said her husband “looks at Victoria's Secret catalogs and tells me I look as good as those models.” She gave us a good laugh when she tacked on, “I don't know if that's romantic or senility.” As long as he means it, it’s romantic.
Jamie’s husband is pretty near perfect, so she didn’t say much to make us any more jealous than we already are. *grin*
The thing is, we all have our own definition of romance. What’s yours? (Don’t forget, comments give you entries to the regular and bonus give-a-ways at the end of the week.)
Have a great day!
Stacey Joy Netzel