I married Mr. Wonderful because he was the most romantic person I'd ever met.
It's a rare man who understands that the gift of a new shovel is so much more romantic than a bunch of roses from the florist. That a picnic pulled from a backpack can be far better than dinner in a high rise.
Call me a hopeless romantic but I still have a birthday card our son wrote for me tucked inside my Bible. It's a hand drawn deep sea diver drawn by his eight year old hand years ago. Priceless.
I love thoughtful creativity, it's far more romantic than anything with a price tag, don't you agree?
Mr. Wonderful knew I'd be delighted with a bouquet of the first blackberries of summer and the lingering last sweet raspberries, tucked into the crystal goblet I found at Value Village last week for $1.
Last night I worked through the night again and this morning the house full of hungry guests and major deadlines were (ahem!) not so welcome. Let's just say it wasn't pretty.
Until I went out to the garden, gathered a bunch of sweet peas and a few fresh eggs. I pulled some peaches from the refrigerator, unearthed the old spattered Betty Crocker red cookbook and turned on the oven.
A pot of blueberry green tea, my favorite breakfast knife, almond scented peach coffee cake were the result.
I can still smell the peaches, the aroma of sweet peas, and there's a slight whiff of blueberry in the air.
It's amazing what a few good sniffs will do to one's outlook on life.