Romantic Devil . . . . . He's All Mine!

Some would call romantic strolling
through a beautiful mountain meadow, I wouldn't argue with that.



Or sitting close as the river drifts quietly by . . .  wouldn't argue with that either!




Or maybe it would be living an old fashioned romance novel . . . that one I might beg to differ  . . . . .

So today I enjoyed defining "romance"  Jon & Sharron style




This afternoon, after the wild kingdom departed and our house was officially monkey free, Jon & I decided that we had earned naps, no guilt feelings, no regrets, it was OK.  I'm not sure how long I dozed, but I was laying on the couch relaxing,eyes still closed, deciding if I would disturb the dogs long enough to turn over and get comfortable for some more zzzzzz's when I sensed a change in the room.  I opened my eyes just in time to see Jon quietly leaving the room.  I psst at him, he came back, told me I was supposed to be sleeping.  I told him I had just awakened and lifted my feet for him to sit down on the end of the couch.

I have always loved for him to stroke the tops of my feet and my calves, stubs and all.  Just one of those silly little things, especially since my feet decided to collapse and hurt like crazy most of the time.  As he obliged me,  I was watching him, looking like he was enjoying the "little things" in our lives and marriage that make it "just right".  As we were talking, I was finishing my list of what I needed to make the salads for tomorrow.  I asked him if he would like to stay home and get some things done or would he like to come with me to pick up what I was short.  Smart man, he made my day, my week  . . . .  just as can he make my life.  He wanted to come with me.  Even though he should be getting some things done  & he doesn't like to shop, he wanted to just spend time with me.

As we were driving home, I looked over at him.  The sun was starting down and was shining on his grizzled, mostly white chin.  He was still wearing the t-shirt & slightly ragged jeans that he had thrown on to go do baskets this morning.   Though he had wet his hair to make it lay down a bit better before we left, it had been drying and gradually going where it pleased.  When he caught me watching him, he gave me his "I love you too" look.  Does it get any better than this?


It has had me thinking all afternoon.  Romantic is when you can finally see eye to eye . . ..  as you lean on each other.  All because you have learned that it is better to be happy than to be "right".  What is "right" anyway.  As long as you are both living the commandments and drawing closer to the Savior and Heavenly Father.





Or maybe it is when you get through a relatively short shopping trip, get home, take load off your feet  . . . ..  and realize that you forgot to go and use the Cold Stone gift card to enjoy some ice cream, to make the afternoon a real date event  . . ..  and you get a real giggle out of it!  (and make another date for Monday)


I have come to a conclusion . . . . romance novel authors are clueless!  We old toots could teach them a thing or two!