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This week’s challenge involves my most romantic memory. Not to sound like a jerk, but I had to really think on this one. It’s not that I’m not a romantic person. It’s not that DH hasn’t done romantic things for me. It’s whittling it down to one occurrence.
So I’m going to go with something that might not be romantic to everyone, but it was super romantic to me.
Three years ago, I had to have a hysterectomy. I had fibroids that were huge and it was not fun. They, along with everything else, had to go. So the romance in all this was how DH stayed right with me before they took me back for surgery. He reassured me when the port in my hand had a little blood in it and I panicked. I asked him if I’d died. I know. I was scared. Then when I came out of it and was sick as a dog, he stayed with me. He had to go home because they kept me over night and someone had to keep tot, but he couldn’t contain his guilt over leaving me at the hospital because he didn’t want me to be alone. I don’t know about you, but that level of worry was romantic to me. Still is. The first moment he could come get me, he did and spent the next two weeks making sure I was getting back to 100%. When I had to go to the ER three weeks in because the stupid sutures leaked, he teased me that I was taken care of by a very handsome ER doc with a great accent…but I expected that. We’ve been married for 20 years. If we can’t laugh at some stuff, we’ll never laugh at anything.
So what about you? What’s your most romantic memory? Share!