My husband is a romantic at heart. It’s the little gestures he does that really show it. This is a card he gave me recently (courtesy Hallmark):
Once there was this guy.
A nice guy, really.
And he met this girl.
An incredible girl – truly amazing.
So naturally the guy falls
head over heels in love with her,
and pretty soon they’re picking out
china patterns and rings
and there’s a wedding
and the starry-eyed couple
rides off into what will surely
be a rosy future.
okay, so now some time has passed
and the guy is living in that future.
he;s still married to this girl,
but now their life includes lots of stuff-
appliances and bills and loads of laundry
and home repair projects.
But between all the to-dos and have-tos
there are those moments
when the guy stops for a minute
and looks around him.
He looks at his wife,
who is still truly amazing,
he looks at their life together,
all the ways and different
directions it’s grown,
he looks at all
the responsibilities he’s got,
and he thinks to himself,
so, this is my life.
And then he thinks,
I am one helluva lucky guy.