Today I was in the shops buying some new socks for my husband, when a wave of emotion washed over me and I started to get teary.
I guess it just occurred to me how thankful I am to have him, and buying socks was a reminder of that.
Oh, and pregnancy hormones have made my emotions get slightly ridiculous. 😉
But it made me reflect on romance, and how much it has changed over the years.
When we were dating, we spent a lot of time going on long walks and talking, exploring new places in the city, trying out new restaurants. My husband used to write me letters with hilarious poems and buy me random gifts, just because.
Our time dating was lots of fun, and we built many great memories together that we still reminisce about.
But things have changed now, after 6 years of marriage and 2 kids. And I wouldn’t go back to how things were, even if I could. I love the memories we made, but I love the way our love has deepened and our life has changed over time.
Now, romance is the way he goes off to work faithfully each day, regardless of how he feels, to provide for our little family.
Romance is the way our sleeping bodies find each other in the middle of a cold night.
Romance is his mock outrage when I take the first sip of his wine.
Romance is me standing in front of the mirror, moaning about how big my belly is already, and his retort – “maybe it’s twins”.
Romance is making his favourite dinner, because I know it’s been a hard day.
Romance is stolen kisses in the hallway, whose length depends one whether little eyes are watching or not.
Romance now is so different to how it was, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.