Romance…it truly can last a lifetime.

My friend Barb recently blogged about long-term romance. Usually when Barb writes, I find myself at a loss for words because she is so eloquent, but this time, I found I actually had something of my own to contribute which was both personal and relevant.

After 32 years of marriage, I am lucky enough to still have romance. My husband often gives me unexpected flowers, and like Barb’s husband also leaves little notes near the coffeepot (with hearts on them no less), but of late, the most romantic thing was opening my email on Friday afternoon and finding in it a photo which Michael had taken and then sent to me, of the new, painted mailbox, all mounted on the post.

You see, I finished painting the mailbox last week and he had hurt his wrist and couldn’t install the new posts and mount it. So I waited (outwardly patient, but inwardly yearning to view my creation outside and visible for all the world to see).

On Friday morning I said to him “What do you think the chances are of getting the new mailbox put up by Monday?”

His reply? “The chances are very good.”

Later that afternoon he said, “Have you checked your email?”

“No” I said.

“Go check your email”, he said.

“Why?” I said. (Typical)

“Just go check your email”, he said…

Our new Mailbox

…and the rest as they say, is history…

Thank you Michael for keeping our romance alive.