From Dawn Till Dusk

Just had my regular reads of some electronic newsletters today and one article caught my attention so much that I found myself just nodding and agreeing with every word it stated.

It was an article writen by Gwen Morrison, a freelance author based in Georgia, who narrated an inspiring story about how she and her husband thought of romance in their married life, after being so occupied with parenting and being a Mommy and Daddy for over 10 years. In short, it was romance redefined.

Gwen just illustrated it so right how romance between the husband and the wife is not just about candlelight dinners and dates at romantic restaurants and movie houses, or an intimate night together with the spouse wearing some Shirley of Hollywood lingerie. LOL. Instead, she pointed out that romance in marriage is simply sharing life together. Here’s quoting some portion of that article:

I went to bed that night feeling as though our marriage was just about kids. Then it dawned on me—our marriage was about kids. When we married, we both knew we wouldn’t be alone for a long time. And we’d spent the last 10 years proving that it was wonderful just like that. Going to ball games, camping with the Cub Scouts, volunteering at the kindergarten class, and eating at McDonald’s was all worth it—because we did it together.

That’s when I realized that’s what romance is—simply spending time together. The more I thought about the past decade David and I spent together, the more clear my thoughts on romance became. We’ve been romancing each other all these years without even knowing it!

Romance is the phone call he made to me last month from the car on his way home to say, “I love you.” Romance is holding our newborn baby for the first time and believing he’s the most beautiful child God ever created. Romance is giving each other a high five when our son hit his first grand slam. Romance is that quick e-mail I sent David in the middle of the day to tell him he’s the greatest husband in the universe. Romance is watching him teach our teenage son how to tie a necktie for his first date. Romance is having someone to hold your hand and wipe away your tears when you get the phone call that your dad’s passed away.

Romance is sharing a life together.

For us, marriage and family go hand in hand. Our time to be alone will come. But until then we’re finding that a quick kiss, or a gentle touch in a busy day does it for us. We know we’ll forever be grateful for the times we spent rearing our children—together.

Now, why am I stuck again with such mushy thoughts about romance and husbands? Well, since that rough road we encountered fairly recently, I’ve been receiving several text messages every now and then from the Hubby which I found oh so sweet. I’ve thought of sharing it here, but yay, they’re too mushy, and too corny to be posted. Heehee. Maybe, some other time when I have enough guts to share.

The hubby’s been so overwhelmed with the amount of commitments and to-do lists for the business lately and so am I with my work that we missed our Wednesday dates so bad. But then again, we’re super a-ok because even with busy skeds, we get to enjoy some 30 minutes or so of talking and sipping over our cups of coffee and spending dinner together every night. I guess, married life’s just like that. It’s learning to identify busyness and eventually be flexible to re-adjust together.