Ahhh yes, “the dust of everyday life”..or as I call it “the routine.” There are some things I love about routine…the predictability, the scheduling, planning the knowing what is going to happen, when it’s going to happen, for the most part. However, this practical side of me is also sometimes at war with the romantic side of me. Not the romance novel kind of romance, but everyday romance. Small gestures, sweet kisses, a soft breath as we fall asleep side by side.
Sometimes, routine meets romance in the middle. The early hours of the morning, and I do mean early, like 3:30 am early, when E is crying and KSP gets up to get her and carries her in over his shoulder as she radiates like the sun that she is now with us in her “happier place.”
The moment when he feeds her at 5 am with his hair a mess so I can lay back down, for even a few minutes of extra pretend dozing. The moments of quiet when noone knows I am watching. When KSP plays guitar with the kids while Q bobs his head back and forth, blond curls bouncing, and E scoots closer with her new found mobility extending to touch the guitar that dada is playing.
A different kind of romance.
But, I am a sucker for romance of the movie kind as well. The dinners, the conversation, the wine, the flirting, and the anticipation of what could be. I love that romance too.
Last Saturday in the spirit of romance, KSP and I had a mini date night at home.
We decided to celebrate KSP’s new job, which we are both very excited about. We made dinner, we opened a nice bottle of wine, we turned off the TV. We laughed. We talked of possibilities and future. We decided we would have nice bath.
We lit candles, brought back wine and slid into our new tub. As we talked more, suddenly, 2 white paws perched themselves next to my head.
Then a small gray and white head popped up. Sniffing. Purring. Trying to figure out just how he could get on my shoulder to take a nap. It was our toddler cat, Max.
Until the minis came home, Max was my baby. He slept in my hair, on my head, every night for 3 years. And then his world turned upside down. Our romantic mommy/kitty time had come to an end. Mommy needed to sleep.
Before we knew it, Max was up on the side of the tub, meowing at an illegal decibel when children are sleeping, desperate to get to me.
The laughter that erupted from my heart and soul was anything but romantic. I was laughing, which made me start coughing. Not just coughing, ahem. But coughing like you have some sort of lingering condition, coughing.
At this point Max was practically in the water. Meowing, purring. and head butting the back of my head.
KSP laughed right along with me, and in that moment, there it was “Romance.”
Our romance is slightly different now. Of course, I still love little surprises and flowers and dinners out, but I also love the complete peace that we have. The comfort in knowing that we are together until the end. That we have been through more than I could have ever imagined in our 4 short married years and I could not be more grateful to be there., to be here. To be in a bath, where, in our past lives, it would have been a different kind of romance. But now it was laughter and Max and meowing and sssshhhing and hoping that he didn’t wake our 2 precious angels sleeping next door.
A new kind of romance.
I will always romance “traditional” romance in some ways, but today, in this moment, I love the golden haze of romance that is in my home, with my KSP.
I hope the today, you have some golden haze of romance. And if it’s not being presented to you, why not make it yourself? It’s a lovely added feature and can certainly help make today ‘anewfavoriteday.’
What does romance mean to you? Are you a hopeless romantic? More pragmatic? Does your routine meet your romance in the middle?
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