My husband is the romantic in this house. He has always been the romantic in our relationship, which dates back to me being 15 and him being 17. So, it's been awhile.
I'm way to boring and realistic to be romantic. My brain just doesn't bend that way. Instead, it bends towards sarcasm and practicality. *what a lucky guy*
He wrote me poems, and letters, and brought me flowers. And he never let my head-shaking and eye-rolling and smirky-smile deter him. Because that's who he is. He's goofy, and romantic, and willing to be vulnerable...my opposite. Which is part of what has always made me drawn to him. Pretty admirable qualities.
This morning, I woke up to post-it notes on all sorts of objects all over the house. Quirky little notes. He leaves me notes fairly often, but today was excessive enough that our boys noticed.
One boy, my sarcastic one, said "Mom, you should do this for Dad" and all of us laughed. Because they know me. The thought of me doing it is literally laughable.
Then that same boy said, "Dad leaves me notes sometimes." And the others piped in with similar stories. Notes in their trappers, lunch boxes, electronics.
And we love those notes.
The youngest boy collected all the notes, and hung them in the door-way. He even managed to find the one that I *thought* I had snagged before they saw it, because: Semi-inappropriate. HA. Cue the grossed-out snickering of boys.
It's funny how some little post-its can make such an impact. And I won't be surprised at all someday, when they do the very same thing for their wives. I just hope they have some snickering boys around when they do it. ;)