~ then this happened ~
~ and this ~
~ then ~
~ when 1 + 1 = 8 ~
Hubby Tim feeding Matt (2nd youngest), Amanda in the background,
me holding Kathleen (the youngest) with Tim (jr) welcoming his little sister,
and Amy and Brooke to the side (with Brooke being our oldest).
~ then this happened ~
...on the day of Mandy's high school formal ('prom') -- enjoying the rich aroma of doggy-doo. ;)
~ then this ~
which is a little bit embarrassing, so we won't talk about that........ ;)
~ then this serious moment~
~ and this one ~
I know, I know... They need to stop taking themselves so seriously...
~ this happened the other day ~
~ St Albans ~ near Sydney ~ New South Wales ~ Australia ~
~ an early celebration for us, as Tim has to work on our anniversary ~
~ then he bought me the best cup ever! ~
I have come to believe that one person's definition of romance does not fit the exact image someone else holds. I reckon my novel The Path Chosen is a good example of that, actually. I wouldn't class it a romance, yet, that's what it's being sold as, and as my hubby's reading it (for the first time) he's saying, "There is elements of romance in it"... but, me... nah, I don't feel it. When I pick up a romance novel, I expect pure romance. My characters (and not just in TPC) don't offer that. They get messy.
Mind you, my version of romance may differ greatly. Flowers and chocolates are lovely, and jewellery is... sweet... but they don't do it for me. And sitting across the table from someone while we chew doesn't get my heart racing, I tell ya. (Let's go have a food fight instead!) But when my hubby gives me a cup, or a mug, then you know he's won my heart over yet again, because that is something I treasure. When he searches his heart in order to find something he knows I like, he wins the bonus prize. (My heart, that is. :) ) That, to me, is romantic. I wouldn't reject or knock any gift -- and God knows I'm eatin' those chocolates if he brings them near me -- but it's nice to be known, you know.
It's like Dianna says in The Path Chosen: "Adam, please. If you don't see me when no one else in this world is allowed to, how will I continue to exist?"
Romance is a passing breeze, a breath of wind or hot hair, I feel, when the heart is not involved. But when the heart is involved, you are seen, and you feel it, and you are reminded that YOU are real, YOU are special to someone, YOU exist. I love being wife, I love being Mum, friend, author, and so on, and I would never give these things up for romance, but I confess I do like being seen by those who love me. Ya know what I mean?
So when the man I love gives me a cup, I feel like he has seen me. I feel special. I feel heard, even. I feel loved. And that is the epitome of romance for me. Being heard, being seen, being loved in a way that reflects the intimacy you share with your partner.
Also, the writing on the cup is better than jewels any day. It's even better than chocolate. Seriously! ;)
The cup says:
It's got it all: I'm a dreamer. (Tim's not.) I want him to think I'm beautiful, no matter how wrinkly my drool-stained face looks upon waking up after a night of snoring. :P And it has God's heart. My beloved's heart, and God's heart, aimed at me... My cup runneth over...
~ this also happened today ~
My first review for The Path Chosen. A 5-star review. :)
And on the Australian Amazon Kindle site ~ this happened:
So you could say, on this day, in 2016 (one year after Dianna and Anna traded places in The Path Chosen ;) ), this happened: My heart was humbled by love. Thank you, and God bless all of you, who have sent it my way.
You have blessed me more than I can say. Happy 'today', my friend. <3
... and don't forget:
[God] has made everything beautiful in its time...
and that means you, too. <3