I absolutely love that Nate and I choose many years ago to not feel any pressure to celebrate any holidays that required prescribed gifts or tokens of affection. Surely we are more romantic on a daily basis than a requirement of a card and chocolates on Feb. 14. Now, if we weren't genuinely romantic frequently, perhaps we would have the desire for such displays.
receiving tulips on a Tuesday
love notes in the bathroom cabinet
hearts drawn on the dust of my car
a beautifully folded basket of laundry
brewing coffee in the morning, just for me
a foot rub while The Office plays
hugging a child that is not our own by birth
kisses even with morning breath
dandlelions and ivy from the yard in a crystal vase
I have romance.