Anything But Gray

So J did a post today and in it she talked about what she thinks
romance is…and it got me thinking…what do I think romance is? What do I
consider romantic….

I always say Zak isn’t romantic as a general rule…but
when he does it, he sure does it right. He sweeps me off my feet….it makes me
feel like a princess….it’s amazing. So I thought back to those times…when he’s
done that…when he’s taken my breath away because the feeling was so
incredible….and each and every time, it came down to a pretty basic thing.

He showed me he loved my way. Not his way, but my
way….

We go through our lives  together and we learn how to read I love in
the things our spouses or significant others do for us. I know when he goes off
to work every day…that means he loves me. I know when he comes  home and kisses me and tells me to go up and
take a nap because I look dead tired…that says he loves me.  When he brings me home a coffee because I said
I didn’t feel like making a pot…that say s I love you. But all those things are
his
way of saying I love you.  And I hear it…but
they don’t sweep me off my feet or make my heart race. They make me grateful
and happy but they certainly don’t say “romantic” to me.

Now when he says I love you, my way…..by calling  me and saying “this song made me think of you
today”  Or he writes me a love letter,
even if it’s through email….Or he touches my face when he kisses me….

Those are the moments I know he’s telling me he loves
me in my language…in a way that leaves no room for doubt, that I hear it…loud
and clear.

That, to me, is romance.

Showing your significant other you love them, their
way…the way you know they will hear you loud and clear.