On the weekends when I have my daughters, my cell phone alarm wakes me up playing the song "Telling the World" by Taio Cruz. It is truly inspiring to wake up to the words "Every part of my heart I'm giving out, every song on my lips I'm singing out..." I open my eyes and greet the day and my heart and spirit beat in the optimistic hope that someday, the man I chose to share my heart with will wake up knowing how lucky he is to have me as his girl. Perhaps that sounds a little conceited, but to me it really isn't that much to ask. Ask women what they think romance is and I guarantee you'll get a variety of different answers. Sure there are the usual flowers, jewelry, candy, remembering important dates, etc. that pop into mind first, but romance is so much more than that! Romance shouldn't be about materialistic "things" and flowers that wilt, it should be about something deeper and more enduring. To me the smallest gestures touch me where it counts. Opening a car or entrance door for me, pulling out my chair at the table, holding my hand, moving my hair off my shoulders, touching my face, meeting my gaze when I speak, kissing me, wanting to be close to me no matter where we are, missing me when we're apart...and so much more. I love affection, I love feeling coveted, I love knowing that the person I'm with truly appreciates all that makes me who I am and will never hold it against me when I stumble along the complicated path of life. I know I love all those things even though I have never actually experienced all of them. I suppose that's what makes me such a prolific romance writer; that eternal hope and desire for something I'm not entirely sure exists...
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