I must confess that I’ve been blessed with a very romantic husband. He has brought me flowers home just because. Surprised me with gorgeous pieces of jewelry just because. Showed up at my job to take me out to lunch just because.
However the most romantic thing that sticks out in my mind was when I was seven months pregnant with our youngest daughter. This pregnancy had been the total opposite of my previous pregnancy. I was plagued with horrendous morning sickness all day, every day for the first five months of my pregnancy. Once the never-ending morning sickness miraculously vanished overnight I began to have premature contractions during my sixth month. At the time my doctor felt is was necessary for me to go on short-term disability because my job as a nurse had me constantly on my feet which she felt played a role in my condition. Sitting at home all day alone was no joy. I was going insane being totally isolated.
One night I tearfully went on and on about how miserable I was being cooped up in the house with nothing to do, no one to talk to. My husband sat there intently listening to me whine and cry and did not offer one word of comfort. I’m thinking to myself okay dummy aren’t you going to say something? After all I am carrying the child you just had to have. Of course I went to bed angry and had attitude with him for days.
A week later I’m in my usual spot on the sofa watching daytime television and the phone rings. It’s my hubby telling me to be dressed and ready to leave the house by six-thirty. I didn’t ask question I just got my fat butt off the sofa and waddled upstairs to find something nice to put on. I was getting out of solitary confinement!
When my husband came home he had the biggest grin on his face. You know the cat that swallowed the canary kind. “You ready?” he asked as he ushered me to the front door. When he opened the door there at the curb sat a white limo with the driver smiling from ear to ear holding the door open for me to get in. As I awkwardly slid inside, a beautiful bouquet of red roses awaited my arrival.
My hubby had made dinner reservations at an exclusive seafood (my favorite) restaurant in Olde City Philadelphia. To say I was surprised by his actions would be an understatement. I was totally floored. I felt so bad I had misinterpreted his silence as his not caring or as being annoyed with my constant whining and crying. When in actuality, in his silence, he was pondering what he could do to bring me a measure of happiness. My hubby’s ability to listen to me and understand my need to get out into the world for just a short period of time was the most romantic thing he has ever done for me. And you know boyfriend got major cool points for doing it in style! LOL
Talk to me. What is the most romantic gesture you’ve experienced?