Thread: Romance, a finer point in life.

It's all to easy to get caught up in the finer things in life as the phrase applies to so many material luxuries, which are great, don't get me wrong, but what about some intangibles that really make your day/week/life great. Like time with your spouse/significant other. What are somethings you romantics out there do for the people who are special in your life? For me its more about doing small things frequently rather then big surprises (which I'm bad at coordinating) only on special occasions.

Like mornings for instance; almost everyday starts with a quiet breakfast for the two of us. I make coffee/espresso the way she likes it, some kind of fresh cut fruit with toasted artisan bread and either a sweet creme fraiche or seasonal jam topping, occasionally we enjoy a bit of eggs and peppered bacon (locally raised and cured, if possible), finished with good quality water or juice.

(I am an amateur chef, so this isn't an earth shattering array of gourmet foods, but it's special enough for us to be able to feel like waking up was worth it, and to enjoy the little time we have together).

Let's hear what you guys are doing to make the ones who make you happy, happy.

I pick up my socks and underwear.

I am selfish and tend to get my way. I do all the things I like done in a certain way, as I am quite fussy too. Everything else that my wife feels I haven't attended to enough she will tell me and I may or may not do it depending on our discussion. A democracy, with myself pushing for dictatorship. I get my 2 year old up every morning bring her through to our room and get us all drinks, I cook more than half the meals, I clean and do the shopping... blah blah. Routine is what we are happy with as a couple, as any couple is, in their own way.
Romance is different. I am not romantic really but I value it as something that brings us back to where we started. This valentines day I bought some Lalo 'verge de france' note paper and envelopes, juiced up a nice broad italic nibbed fountain pen with caran d'ache sunset red ink and wrote a love letter and posted it. She opened it, she cried, we hugged (I shed a tear too, s'pose) and the rest was history. From my selfish mans perspective it wasn't bad either - so many brownie points I went off the scale. Romance - do it a few times a year, not too many or it becomes passe, and reap the rewards! Do it every day and watch them get bored. Just my tuppence worth.

Originally Posted by cabo_sailor

I pick up my socks and underwear.

Now that is funny

I make a point to be happy for her. Happy that she found a man that loves her and is good to her...........even if that man was not me. LOL

I'll preface by saying I've been with my wife for nearly half my life now, so we're pretty used to one another. The most romantic thing I can do for her, it seems, is proximity. We are both highly independent people, and apart from being asleep, we only have a few hours together each day, due to our work schedules.

I've found that the nicest thing I can do for her is to spend those few hours doing stuff with her. Sounds kind of dumb, but there you have it. If I have to run to the hardware store to get new dremel bits that I wore out working on a razor, I'll ask her to come with me, and walk through the aisles holding her hand. If she has to run to kinko's to make copies, I'll go with her and put my arm around her as she collates.

Sappy and dumb, I know, but we've been together since we were both 15, so I must be doing something right :-P

It's like they say about dumb ideas- if it works, it's not dumb

When she is in the bathtub in the evning I stand outside the door and play some of her favorite songs on my fiddle. I also always open the truck/car door for her. I do all the cooking, all the yard work, take out the garbage and recycling, and help with laundry.

Well these days I do everything ten times a day. I fill her water glass, set her pillow up, bring her her son for feeding and make her a snack. Then I take her son from her, burp and change him so that he smells sweet and deliver him back to her waiting arms. If she needs a cup of tea, I make it. If she wants her socks off, I remove them. I make sure she takes a pill for her abdominal pain. In the middle of the night, I take a feeding off her hands with the milk she has earlier expressed so that she can get more than two hours sleep at a time. And I tell her I love her again and again.

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A loving wife is probably the finest thing this life has to offer.