For my husband, romance is pretty basic. If I make him breakfast or even a snack now and again he's happy. He also says it's about saying "yes" more than "no." Food and intimacy. Again, very basic.
But the girl who decorated lockers often longs for a little surprise, and that doesn't have to include diamonds. I want a stab at the romantic comedy finale where they run to each other in a desperate kiss.
I want it, but that doesn't mean I'll get it.
I'm learning a lot about compromise in my fifth year of marriage and first year of motherhood. I don't get as many opportunities to be a fool for love. I don't have the chance to let my hair down and soak in a hot bath with my one true love.
But now I have the option to share my love with more than just my husband. I may kiss my kids -- and let's not forget the dogs -- more than enough each day. As long as I sneak a few to my husband, I think romance lives on in our house.
I will just try to say yes to it more often.