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Wednesday, October 1, 2008


September was the last month featuring a release from our Wedding Planner series. We're continuing the blog because we haven't run out of topics to discuss or guests, so we hope you'll continue to join us.

One thing we've all shared on this blog is a true love of a good romance!

This weekend my husband and I were cleaning up after a two-day session of tearing out carpet as we prepare to lay hardwood floors in our upstairs. Washing a cup, he turned to me and said, "Do you remember the first house we lived in? How the sink in that horrible kitchen was always backing up?"

Of course, I did! I'm a woman. We don't forget our first anything! LOL

From that house, we went through years of memories. The birth of our first child. How much we spoiled our only daughter. How proud we were of our youngest who served in Iraq and now works for a Congressman.

My husband has had as many back surgeries as I had pregnancies. No connection, except that both required hospital stays. We've had four cats. Three living room sets. Only five televisions. (No large screen for us yet.) We've lived through VHS and Beta to CDs. We laughed remembering when my one boss told me computers were a passing fad, now we can't live without one. We paid almost as much for our most recent car as we paid for our first house...yes, it's true. And I swear to God, I'm not really THAT old.

As it rained, and our children went about whatever it is kids do nowadays on Sunday nights, my husband and I finished the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, swept up dust and talked about how we got to where we are right now. And suddenly I realized how romantic it was. My husband's not much of a talker. Lots of times I wonder if he's even paying attention. But from the things he said Sunday night, I realized he'd paid as much attention as I had. Maybe more. And he was as awestruck as I am that we'd not only made it through the years with a sick child, sometimes sporadic income, and totally opposite personalities, but also that we still like each other.

But more than that, we'd been happy. Very, very happy. And then he kissed me. One of those really great kisses that says more than a thousand words.


We worry sometimes that the romance will diminish as time goes by. As new brides we might wonder if our husband will love us when ... well, we're not quite as young or pretty.

But romance -- real romance -- doesn't die. Real love deepens. And romance is sometimes found in the most unexpected places and at the most unusual times. Take a breath and look around you, don't miss the real romance of life!



Blogger Julie Hilton Steele said...

Amen to that....my hubby and I have lived through decades of ups and downs but my friends think we are totally besotted with each other still...and they are right! It is those shared times that make the other spouse even more special than in their younger days.

Peace and thanks for keeping this blog going...all of you all are the best!

Peace, Julie

October 1, 2008 at 6:24 PM  
Blogger Brandy said...

My husband and I probably haven't been married as long as others (15 years), but we already look back on things with the "Do you remember?"s. And while he doesn't bring me flowers much anymore (close to never *G*) he does remember to take the trash up to the curb so I don't have to. *g* And today, while the kids were in there RE class, he held my hand as we walked to the library. *G*

October 1, 2008 at 7:13 PM  
Blogger Gail Fuller said...

>But romance -- real romance -- doesn't die. Real love deepens.

Susan, that's so beautiful. *sigh* As is your wonderful post! Thank you for sharing.

Gail :)

October 2, 2008 at 9:31 AM  

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