A Fine Romance

I love romance, and I mean REALLY love romance. No, I usually don’t watch “chick flicks” because they tend to be unrealistic and somewhat maudlin. I prefer the type of romance you find in Wuthering Heights, or Die Hard. C’mon, that movie was totally romantic! He did all that for her!! Killing the bad guys was just a side benefit.

I am lucky to have a romantic hubby. He is not romantic in the usual ways, though. Not many men would buy their wives a machete, much less a gun. But he knows me rather well. In a slightly more romantic vein, he has also written poetry to me:

I’d give to you the very moon,

But I don’t know why you’d want it.

It’s cold and cratered,

Dead and done,

Without a lick of love upon it.

Now, lest y’all think he’s some kind of wonderful, the man will never lose his Man Card™. During my first pregnancy, I was a fool, and decided to test him. At the time, we lived in apartments not one block away from the grocery store. And I mean our apartment was a block away from the grocery store. One night, I had a hankering for mint chocolate chip ice cream. I was well into my fifth month of pregnancy, and it was 10:30 PM. I turned to him with large puppy dog eyes, and told him I really, really wanted some mint chocolate chip ice cream.

He looked at me and said, “You know where the keys are.” He simply was not going to coddle me. And he never did.

There are many levels of romance. Some are subtle, others overblown. What is the most romantic thing you ever did, or have had done for you? Or to you??