This past weekend The Hubby and I celebrated our 17th wedding anniversary. I don't feel old enough to have been with the same person for 22 years, but I guess we've stuck through it. I'd love to say our relationship has been a fairy-tale romance like the books I enjoy reading and writing, but, eh, no.
We started dating our freshman year in college so there was no wine and dining, romantic walks along the beach, or special getaways. The Hubby (granted he wasn't "The Hubby" back then) was/is a very dedicated man. He was a middle linebacker in college (still has the great body!) and when he wasn't playing or at football practice, he could be found studying. I'd try to pry him away from his books, but the man was too studious. When it was off season we'd go to parties or hang out in one of our dorm rooms, and junior/senior year, our apartments. That was our wild courtship. Going to parties together or hanging out. I was madly in love, but we were young so I feel I missed out on the romantic gestures my heroes and heroines encounter in my books.
After college we moved in together, got engaged, got married, built a house, then had babies. It's what we wanted; what we planned. I don't regret a single decision we've made with our lives, but I feel we missed out on the romance department...maybe that's why I love to read and write it?
I married the most loyal, dedicated, hard working man I've ever encountered, but he seriously lacks in the spontaneity and romance department. He'll joke around about being in one of my books...I laugh. He laughs. However, there are times when he surprises me. This year he bought me 18 red roses (he's not a flower guy), "One for each year we've been married and one to grow on." Aww, sweet! And he gave me two more additions to my Pandora bracelet: a book (because I'm finally published!) and an anniversary heart.
I may not be the recipient of surprise picnics or romantic getaways, but I have a loving, faithful, funny, supportive husband who loves me unconditionally. I can't beat that.
We started dating our freshman year in college so there was no wine and dining, romantic walks along the beach, or special getaways. The Hubby (granted he wasn't "The Hubby" back then) was/is a very dedicated man. He was a middle linebacker in college (still has the great body!) and when he wasn't playing or at football practice, he could be found studying. I'd try to pry him away from his books, but the man was too studious. When it was off season we'd go to parties or hang out in one of our dorm rooms, and junior/senior year, our apartments. That was our wild courtship. Going to parties together or hanging out. I was madly in love, but we were young so I feel I missed out on the romantic gestures my heroes and heroines encounter in my books.
After college we moved in together, got engaged, got married, built a house, then had babies. It's what we wanted; what we planned. I don't regret a single decision we've made with our lives, but I feel we missed out on the romance department...maybe that's why I love to read and write it?
I married the most loyal, dedicated, hard working man I've ever encountered, but he seriously lacks in the spontaneity and romance department. He'll joke around about being in one of my books...I laugh. He laughs. However, there are times when he surprises me. This year he bought me 18 red roses (he's not a flower guy), "One for each year we've been married and one to grow on." Aww, sweet! And he gave me two more additions to my Pandora bracelet: a book (because I'm finally published!) and an anniversary heart.
I may not be the recipient of surprise picnics or romantic getaways, but I have a loving, faithful, funny, supportive husband who loves me unconditionally. I can't beat that.
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