When I was in high school, I would spend ample amounts of time talking with my sister, friends, and even my parents about what I thought was romantic, or what I wanted my husband to do/be like. I would daydream about cold winter nights - bundled up under a blanket in an open carriage ride looking at the gleaming Christmas lights in the falling snow. My guy would be there, whispering all the sweet things people whisper about on carriage rides. I dreamed about getting engaged in a hot air balloon (really, I did!) overlooking the beautiful Colorado Rocky Mountains. I dreamed about breakfast in bed every Saturday, long walks in the evenings holding hands, my man always saying things like, "my life only began when I first met you!" and other silly things like that. I dreamed about cuddling up on the couch watching Pride and Prejudice (cuz we all know every guy LOVES to watch all 6 hours of that one!). I would imagine that once I was married we would wake up every morning (with smiles on our faces, minty fresh breath, hair perfectly in place and no sleep crusties in our eyes, mind you) and snuggle a good 10 minutes before getting up to start the day. I would dream, plan, and dream some more.
Those things are all romantic, and nice, but its not what gets my attention anymore. Instead, its the offers to let me go rest and take a nap when I am tired. Its the doing the dishes so I don't have to. Its the, "I'll be in charge of supper tonight." Its the changing the poopy diapers. Its the playing with our children and making them giggle with delight. Its the look across the dining room table that says, "We are so blessed." Its the working together to train our children to do what is right. Its the reading a Bible story and singing together as a family each night before bed. Its the praying together as a couple. Its the hugging and crying together when our hearts are burdened and we want to be there for each other. Its the random texts that just say, "I love you." These things are my idea of romance.
You see, I used to think romance was just all the things my husband would do for me. But now, I realize it is more than that, its also the things he does with me. Oh, yes, I do love the surprises and things he does just for me. But more so I love the things we do together. The family we have created together. The life we have together. The love that we have grown together. Together. I love being together. I love learning more about God, ourselves and life together. That's what is romantic to me.
It was Valentine's Day, 9 years ago that Matt and I had our first "official" date. I was excited and a little nervous. But in looking back, I somehow knew from even that early stage that this was the guy for me, the one I wanted to be with. It was never a doubt. I am so thankful for my husband and the life and love we have grown since that time. We haven't had the perfect life. We both have made mistakes, we both have learned a lot. God has taught us so much by bringing us through some trials. But I am so thankful for the man I have had at my side through it all. I truly did marry my sweetheart, the love of my life.
So, this Valentine's Day, I am thinking on all the things my special someone and I get to do together - every day. That is so much better than any of the things I used to always think about. Because it is real. So, my ideals of romance have changed. And I am glad.
Thank you, Matt, for loving me, for marrying me, and helping me see what is really, truly romantic. I love you. Happy Valentine's Day!











