When my youngest was three years old she found me, very concerned. “Mom, I think I want to get married.”
I looked up, surprised.
“I’ll have to grab a boy tomorrow,” she mumbled and walked off.
When I was her age, my idea of romance was probably pretty similar.
As a young teenager, romance was all about the accidental bumping of hands in the popcorn bucket. Now, after almost twenty years of marriage, romance can be sharing a look of awareness and pride as we watch our child overcome a struggle. Or a spontaneous trip for coffee where we can talk uninterrupted. Or encouraging my writing…
Today, I’d love to know how your thoughts of romance changed over the years.
What used to be romantic to you as a teenager and would it still be romantic to you now?