A Note About Romance...

In my single days it was all about the grand (or small) romantic gestures. I would have given major organs for my boyfriend to show a little forethought and make a little effort (and sometimes just remember).

Now I have someone in my life who pulls out all the stops. He stays up until three am making a picnic for our horse back ride through the woods or spends the whole day making homemade Valentines chocolates. Wonderful chocolates (raspberry caramel, bananas foster, cheesecake, etc..). So, my wishes are granted, right?

Well, while he was slaving away on my treats I keep thinking about the mess I was going to wake up to Monday morning. I also was making my first honest attempt at "me time" while this was going on. Instead of him juggling the kids and his project while I was just being interrupted to feed Riley like I pictured I was on all day baby duty (guess who's getting a tooth). So, there was mess stress, constantly interrupted "me time" stress and we didn't get to spent much time together (and now that Mike's got a full time job outside the house it's alot harder to come by).

I realized my idea of romance has changed. I very much appreciate these gestures, but these days romantic equals anything that makes my life easier. Cleaning the house, taking the kids for a few hours, running me a hot bath and cuddling to watch a movie once the kids are asleep. That's romantic. Of course flowers and chocolates are always welcome, but not as exciting as a clean kitchen or an uninterrupted nap.

This morning Michael kissed me goodbye and then brought me the hungry baby and some diapers and wipes so I could stay in bed a little longer. That's a romantic gesture.