Monday, February 14, 2011

So Romantic

Someone asked Husband and me at church if we were going to the Valentine Day dinner last night. We looked at each other and grinned.

"Naw," he said, "we're not too romantic."

And we aren't, by some standards. According to Dr. Google, "the single most romantic thing in the universe can be calculated scientifically. It is, simply, a small red candle made out of chocolate and shaped like a teddy bear holding a heart with scribbles all over it that plays a tune when you wind it up."

Well, alrighty then. And if you wanted to scientifically calculate the single item in the universe most likely to make me roll my eyes and gag, that would be it.

I have my own list of what is truly romantic:

Romantic is balancing my checkbook and not wincing when I haven't totaled expenditures for...a while.

Romantic is being a good dad.

Romantic is not rolling his eyes when I write about him here even though he does love his privacy.

Romantic is knowing who sang every single song recorded during the '70s.

Romantic is modeling how to treat an aging mother, so that Boys will know how to treat me in the not-so-distant future (i.e.buying cat food so she can feed the strays around her retirement apartment, even though he is so not a cat person. Nor am I, Boys, so don't bother buying cat food, but you get the point.).

Romantic is eating everything I cook, including lentils, because I love them even though he doesn't.

Romantic is starting my car when it's cold outside.

Romantic is valuing my opinion, and letting me know he thinks I'm smart and capable.

Huh. I guess he's romantic after all.

Happy Valentine's Day, Husband!

1 comment:

  1. I think DH got a wonderful bargain in you MQB - not many would realize those things as romantic.