This week’s post concerns my most romantic memory. Since tomorrow is Valentine’s Day, it’s only natural this would be the topic. So, here we go.
My most romantic memory has to be when I had a hysterectomy a couple years ago. Now, I know. Having such a surgery doesn’t exactly sound romantic. It’s not, but go with me. I’d had the surgery and was ready to go home. I’d spent the night before extremely sick because I’d had a terrible reaction to the anesthesia. My dear husband switched vehicles out and brought my mother-in-law’s car to pick me up. I couldn’t crawl into my Jeep Wrangler because the seat was up too high and it was hard to move–not because of the wound, but because of the air that settled in my shoulder. I know it sounds icky and might not make much sense. Like I said, keep up with me.
Dh brought a different vehicle to help me better get in said vehicle. He drove the longer way home to keep from hitting a bunch of the potholes because he knew my shoulder hurt like heck. Once we got to the house, he made sure he brought up the dog (she couldn’t climb onto the bed on her own), my favorite blanket and the entire Soap! television series on DVD.
This might not sound terribly romantic to you. It was to me. Why? I was not feeling great and he took over all my duties. He cleaned the cat litter (He detests this.), ferried the tot back and forth to school, made sure I got up and moved around, and had the house ready for me to be lazy (although after that surgery, lazy is much appreciated). That was romantic. When we had time alone, he’d watch tv with me and keep me company. It was romantic because I knew he cared. He even brought me roses two days later. Not because he’d forgotten, but because the florist wasn’t open on Mondays (when I had the surgery) and closed early on Tuesdays (When I got home), so he couldn’t get up there in time. I loved that he cared enough to try.
I know, I know. I could’ve said when he proposed or when we got married…or even the roses after the tot was born. We’re weird. What can I say?
So, it’s your turn. What’s your most romantic memory? I’d love to know! While you’re at it, check out the other blogging challenge posts!
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