A nod to my fella...

I guess Valentine's Day coming up is what inspired this post. I've been thinking on it for a day or two now, trying to gather my thoughts and put them all together in some kind of way that makes sense.

This is me and my husband...

Let me be the first to tell you, he isn't the most romantic guy in the world. But, you know what? That's ok and I'm going to tell you why.

To me, romance isn't necessarily some grand gesture on the love scale. It's the little things. The every day basic gestures that remind us that we're loved are what equate romance. If I were certain about nothing else in this insane world we live in, I would know, without any reservation that this man loves me with everything he has. That, my friends, is romance.

He gets out in the elements every day and works so hard to provide for our family. Then he comes home exhausted and does more. When it rains, or snows, or is too hot or cold to work, he looks at me and apologizes because he couldn't do more that day.

Romance is when he comes around my side of the truck to walk me to the porch because the driveway is slick with snow and ice. Romance is when he gets out of bed in the morning and bundles up to take the dogs outside so I don't have to. Romance is days when he picks me up from work and I get in the truck to find a fresh fountain coke because he knew I'd be craving one. Romance is being in a room full of people and him looking at me like there's no one else there.

These, and so many others, are the things that reassure me every day that God gave me the right guy. These are the things that make me sigh with content. These are the things that make my heart swell with love for him.

And then, every once in a while he will surprise me with one of those grand gestures; a gesture that is always worth the wait.