Happily Ever After Thoughts blog post 4/17/13

I…am a romance junkie. There. I’ve said it. And for those of you who read my blog regularly, this should come as no surprise. However, my definition might not be the same as yours.

I believe in romance. I love romance, but I’m probably the least romantic person you’ll ever meet (and yet, I write romances…go figure). You will never see me running through a field of flowers toward the man of my dreams, a gauzy dress billowing around me as music plays in the background. Just ain’t gonna happen. I am too practical and pragmatic for that (unless, of course, it was Hugh Jackman waiting for me).

I have learned that romance comes in many forms (not just what you read in novels and see in movies) and I have realized, over the years of married life (yes, I’ve been married a long time…32 years!), that I have made some trades on what I thought romance was and what it really is (to me, at least).

Would I love my husband to bring me flowers for no reason?
Of course, however, if he changes the oil in my car and thumps my tires to make sure I’m not low, that’s just as romantic in my book. And if he comes to rescue me on the freeway when I’ve broken down…oh, now that’s my idea of romance.

Candlelight dinners are lovely and who wouldn’t want to gaze into their partner’s eyes, but being as unromantic as I am, I’ll trade that for a man who’ll fix my leaky faucet and take out the trash. Would I love to be swept off my feet? When I was younger, I thought so, but now? I’d rather have a man who can make me laugh, even when I don’t want to, even when there’s nothing to laugh about.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m still a romance junkie and I’m thankful there are plenty of romance novels out there to give me my fix. What about you? Are you a romance junkie? What’s the most romantic thing your partner has done for you?

As always, happy reading!
Marie