Knee report: Much improved. Took the doggies for a (slow) walk around the park Saturday. Rang handbells for early service Sunday. Went grocery shopping all by myself this morning!
Thanks to everyone who stopped by to say hi to Janet Dean after her guest post last Friday. One thing my guests have reminded me about is that romance is in the little things.
Camy’s husband, who didn’t laugh at her sunburn the first time they met.
Margaret’s sweet memories of meeting her husband while on the way to drown her sorrows in ice cream after a broken date with another guy.
The small but thoughtful gifts Mary’s husband has given her “just because.”
Janet’s husband’s “Unforgettable” invitation to dance, all alone in their own home.
And isn’t it the little things we too often take for granted?
Here’s another “Forever-Love Principle” from Gary Smalley’s book:
Forever-love is not a genie. “Your wish” is not “my command.”
What’s one thing you’ve taken for granted in your marriage relationship? Can you look beneath the surface and find the true romance there?
.....................
Reminder: Leave a comment on any Friday post this month and mention the November contest for a chance to win a copy of Making Love Last Forever, by Gary Smalley. And stay tuned for some clues about this Friday’s “Literary Star” guest blogger!
Glad that you are back among the walking romantics :-) Loving all your blogs about "luv" and romance. What do I take for granted? To be honest, EVERYTHING! Max makes the money, makes me laugh, lets me rant and rave, loves me through all the 'ish' . . . I need to work on being more appreciative, huh?
Posted by: Carla | November 12, 2007 at 11:23 PM
Take for granted...
I really try NOT to take my husband for granted.
I try and tell him how much I appreciate that he's worked like a slave for so many years so I could stay home with the kids.
I try and be grateful for his good health.
I try and appreciate the little things.
It's harvest time...the man is working 16 hour days for two months now and he's hungry, cranky and exhausted. That means for two months our interaction is me watching him eat, complain or sleep.
Trust me...I HAVE to keep reminding myself of the good stuff to keep from screaming.
Posted by: Mary Connealy | November 13, 2007 at 12:58 PM