We were both chagrined when Ed realized it a few days after the occasion. However, we vowed never to let it happen again. It occurred to me that the nursing student did not have a clue as to what romance really is. She expected her husband to be responsible for it. Her idea of romance was based on sappy novels which let her down when they did not reflect real life.
Romance is commitment.
It is biting your tongue when something really doesn't matter, and most things don't when compared to a strong relationship. Romance is kindness. A touch of the hand, a morning snuggle, a kiss good-bye, a kiss hello, a smile and your full attention are all aspects of romance. When my husband, Ed, brings me coffee in bed, or warms my car on a cold winter's morning, my heart swells with love for him. These acts of love are, to me, much more romantic than gifts of flowers or candy.