Isn’t this image by Sabino Aguad just the best fun? It makes my heart soar a little to think that someone was that original and romantic. It’s got me thinking about romance and all the yummy things that go with it.
I am not a lover of traditional romance. I can’t do contrived. I groan when I see a fella heading home with 12 red roses on Valentine’s Day. I’m sure he’s made his girl very happy, but it wouldn’t be my scene at all. For this reason, we didn’t do a marriage proposal. I would have cringed at the awkward formality of it all. We simply decided to get married one day as we chatted on a long walk through the olive groves at LOML’s Zia Archangela’s farm in Italy. The romance of the setting was enough and our deciding to do it together was so us. It was perfect.
But the unexpected, the uniquely tailored, the just so uttterly you and no one else, is very welcome in my book. When LOML brings me Daphne just because it’s my all time favourite fragrance. Or roses when I’m feeling blue, but never red because he knows I don’t like them. Or the fact that he got down on bended knee and proposed when we were on a cliff overlooking Monte Carlo, just because in his mind it was the perfect setting for a proposal and even though we’re already engaged look, here we are, my love.
Romance for me is the fact that the last thing LOML does every single night is gives me a kiss, even if I’m sleeping (but obviously not quite asleep!). Romance is when he checks that all the doors are locked tight before heading up at night. It’s when he gives me the last piece of chocolate, even when it’s his favourite. Romance is when he tells me I look gorgeous every single day when clearly I do not.
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Belinda says
I’m in romance heaven!!!!
Lizeylou says
It sounds like you have the perfect balance….my hubby wouldn’t really know romance if he tried, but he does try and I suppose that’s what counts.
life in a pink fibro says
It’s all about everyday romance in the Fibro. Small things often, not big gestures once a year. The aversion to Valentine’s Day must be genetic.
BabyMac says
Everyday romance is FAR superior to the cliche kind. To me it’s unpacking the dishwasher without asking, coming home with a bottle of champagne on a Tuesday night just because, making me a coffee each and every morning and that knowing look across the madness of a morning filled with kids that says “Jesus what have we done? Look at us. Look at this. I still love you though.”
I proposed to Rob when we decided to get married. It was not thought through, but best decision I EVER made. I am grateful and thankful each and every single day that we found each other. Without a doubt HE is the best thing in my life. I am one lucky lady.
Shannon of ** Happiness Is...** says
I’m a total romantic, but can’t stand the overly gushy stuff that is unoriginal and cliche π I’m still looking forward to the day my love proposes. He better have something good up his sleeve! xo
Clea says
Your version of romance is bautiful!
I’ve always loved this quote from Love My Way (awesome Aussie drama for those that haven’t gone there)from Harper- a teenager in first love…
“How do you know you love him?”
“Cos I hate it when he leaves the room”.
Paraphrased by me, it was better on screen. Beautiful, no? Simple and perfect. xx
Rachel says
I’m like you…. we didn’t do the whole proposal thing we just got married….I dont like red roses… and if i dont get flowers its ok…whats important is the fact we are together and we are strong…the fact he lets me watch TV in bed and switches it of when Ive fallen asleep… he locks up lets the dog out and kisses me goodbye when he thinks im still asleep…
Little Ted Canvas says
That is sweet. I’m terrible at romance, thank goodness for my gorgeous adoring hubby, he does do well…
KristiMcMurry says
That’s really sweet. My guy is romantic sometimes…I have a feeling he’ll propose, since he’s pretty traditional. But I know it’ll be special no matter what π And I’m with you on the roses…not the best! I guess I’d still be happy if he gave me rose (happier with daffodils though!)
MultipleMum says
Well you know the Geege! Not a traditionally romantic type. His ‘love language’ is definitely of the action variety, rather than gifts. He does things like move the cars around when it is raining so that I don’t have to get wet. Simple stuff that makes me happy.
I love that quote from Love my way. Just so cute!
Rachel says
I agree with you – its the little actions that speak way louder than a bunch of red roses. My hubby proposed to me at our favourite park with a champagne picnic, not over the top at all, just very low key – which is very us xx
Gina says
Agreed- red roses on Valentine’s day make me a little nauseous! I hate all the typical romantic stuff, it annoys me. I like simple things that are unexpected and that don’t scream “I am trying too hard!”
katepickle says
I’m with you.. can’t do contrived romance, or ‘expected’ romance at all… but when my DH buys me a bunch of gerberas, because he now knows I hate gerberas and it’s an in joke between us… that’s the stuff that makes me gooey.
Eastlyn and co. says
You’re so sweet to tell us all about your romantic “LOML” I hope you remember to tell him, too. My poor husband of almost 15 years has got to be the least romantic man on this planet! He is a sweet man, but would probably have been the chocolates in a heart-shaped box wrapped in red celophane and dozen red roses kind of guy had I not nipped that mess in the bud (tee-hee, pun intended) a long time ago. We could surely use a refresher course in Romance 101.
Cate P says
What great pics. I remember those romantic days….. I think….
ClaireyH says
I love those images, and I also love the little image that comes up when you left the message on my blog.
I don’t yet have all the progams to have such groovy images, but am going to turn too green if I don’t get organised soon.
Will add you in to the handwriting challenge tonight too.
As for romance, not in the traditional form, it is the extra moments that we have to love now.
Liz@Violet Posy says
That’s so sweet and romantic. We try to make time for each other and have a date night when we can. We also try to treat each other, even if it’s just a cup of tea in bed. It means you know you are loved and appreciated.
Mira Narnie says
romance is the greatest if it is personalised and really because you know your partner will appreciate the gesture….my hubby brings me coffee in bed some mornings….and i leave him notes under his pillow when i work late….gotta keep that spark alive.
lovely post – as usual!
LJ says
What a great post.
My husband isn’t a typical romantic. But he tries. And the simple things he does are what makes my heart soar. My favourite thing is that he learnt to sign “I LOVE YOU” so that when we are at a function or in a busy room and not with each other, he is still able to tell me. Melts me heart every time he does it.
The way he looks at me, or tells me I am beautiful (even when I am fat and ugly and pregnant!) or cuddles me just because. Those are the things that make me melt.
Hubby did propose, while I was pretending to be Santa in the spa with lots of bubbles on my face. I was “Ho Ho Ho-ing” away and he had a ring in his hand. We still laugh about it to this day.
x0xJ says
I’m a sucker for romantic gestures. I both give, and well i like to receive. However not always your corny stuff. I like things to have that thought behind them, which tailors them to the giftee and the relationship.
I sadly have no engagement story…yet. Maybe one day.
But things i like to do is leave little notes or write love letters to my SO. After the birth of our second son i made him a card and wrote him a letter of thankyou for the support during my pregnancy/labour etc. etc. I never like to go to bed on a fight. It’s very very few times we have, but it’s just me, i feel like when i wake up to the new day i want to have the past tied up as much as possible, to me that is romantic in it’s own way. Romance is my SO surprising me with a sundae from maccas with extra hot fudge just because. It’s him sitting up late at night chatting the time away with me, talking about our future, our dreams. And well…him letting me retire myself to a nice hot bath after dinner with a good book while he “takes care of the kids”
Tania says
You gotta admit, chrysanthemums on Mother’s Day is equally nauseating (plus they’re sort of stinky).
Melissa@Suger Coat It says
My Hubby does romantic like your LOML. And, I agree, it is perfect for me. Contrived, thoughtless romance make me throw up in my mouth. Seriously.
I love the picture too. One day I might put that on a plaque in my yard or something. Just for kicks.
Leni and Rose says
We did the ‘just decide thing’ too! No aweful on the knee moment luckily. We then eloped to a tropical island and hung around under water 2 weeks! We scuba dive…thats what’s romantic for me, we have a hobby that we share and enjoy so much.
Annette says
You have such a way with words…your husband does sound like quite the romantic–before and after marriage. Yes, romance is important for me to…in fact, I just received validation today that I’m loved from a sweet email my hubby sent to me. (Prior to the wedding bells, we had a whirlwind of romantic moments during our travels too.) Have a “romantic” day/evening!
Draft Queen says
N is quite romantic. He proposed once, I rejected. When that happened he swore to me someday I’d wear that ring and we’d get married.
I thought he was crazy.
But 2 years later I found myself wearing the ring.
He’s nothing if not persistent.
Poppies and Sunshine says
I love this post! Those pictures are soo cute. I think love is those things you mentioned in your last paragraph…like checking that the doors are locked, etc…
Cat says
I love those pictures. I once thought I was a romantic and I do love a thoughtful gesture but I don’t really think I am. I think I’m more well, “think ahead, do the chores so I don’t have to, do something you’ve not been asked to do 100 times already & buy me yummy chocolate surprises every now and again and you’ll have me for life!” Fab post.
Christina says
My husband proposed in our kitchen with an antique ring he’d brought me at a market. I thought I’d lost the ring, I couldn’t find it anywhere. I was afraid to tell him, since I’d only had it a week. Turns out he had taken it to propose with! It was a lovely surprise and while we may have been in the kitchen and not on top of a mountain or floating down a river, it didn’t matter at all. All that mattered was that I said yes! π