My Heart and My Home
Years ago there was a song, What The World Needs Now Is Love, sweet love, that’s the only thing that there’s just too little of.
But is there really too little love? We’re bombarded from all sides with “love” in movies, television, advertising and books. We also probably hear those three little words, “I love you” several times a day from friends and family, so why aren’t we happy? Why do we sometimes feel that something is missing?
When I presented these questions to my husband of many, many years, he said that women are happy to have love, but he thinks that what they dream about having is romance. Brilliant man, my husband. He’s right, because romance is what we all dream of having in our lives.
Webster’s defines “romance” as a love story or an affair. Okay, that’s interesting, but then they define “romantic” as imaginative or appealing to one’s emotions. Ah, now there’s the difference. We’d be happy with the love story (not too sure about the affair, though) but what we’re really looking for is the person who can be imaginative and appeal to our emotions.
I would imagine if you polled 100 guys, asking them what they thought they needed to do to be considered romantic, I bet the majority would say something like taking his girl out to dinner or buying her flowers. Well, I haven’t turned down too many meals that I didn’t have to cook and clean up after, but there isn’t too much imagination required to drive to a restaurant and let the date choose her own entrée.
Wouldn’t you consider it romantic if your guy told you to stay seated and finish your coffee while he loaded the dishwasher for you? Well, if he’d never done it before and wasn’t expecting something in return later in the evening, I’d say he was appealing to his lady’s emotions. Maybe guys just don’t realize how easy it is to please most of us.
Here’s a quick peek into how easily we can be pleased. This is an excerpt from My Home and My Heart, my first attempt at writing back in 1998.
Sarah’s mind was already fast-forwarding to everything she needed to accomplish that day as she leaned over the table and picked up the breakfast dishes. Without a word, she turned her back on Thomas, leaving him to finish his coffee.
She had been mighty young when he had captured her heart with his strong, silent ways, but every now and then she wondered what she had seen all those years ago. Oh, he was a good man and a hard worker, but…
She was just wiping the counter when she heard the back door close, signaling that her husband of over ten years had left. She paused for a moment to watch him plod toward the barn while shrugging into a lightweight denim jacket that would soon be discarded when the sun rose higher in the sky. She waited, as she always did, until she saw the tractor heading out to the field. She could only hope that this year’s crop was better than the last. Times were hard, but spring always gave her hope.
Within minutes she heard the tractor returning. Had he forgotten something? Sarah craned her neck to see out the window, watching him stop the tractor near the backyard fence before climbing down and heading toward the house.
A cool breeze followed Thomas inside as he walked toward her, holding out a tiny, purple wild flower. Without a word, he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on lips slightly open in surprise before he turned and headed back outside.
As the tractor made a sweeping turn around the huge oak tree, Sarah stood in the middle of the kitchen, the tiny flower held between two work chafed fingers as tears slid down her face to drip off the edge of her jaw.
Now, I’d say that Thomas scored two for two, don’t you think? He was imaginative and he cut right to the heart of her emotions. (I’ve heard it said that you really have to watch those quiet ones)
When my husband read the draft of this blog post, he was silent for a moment (nothing unusual) before telling me that he had never known my reaction after he left me standing in the kitchen that day. You see, although the story was fiction, certain parts were taken from our everyday life. Personally, I think he’s just relieved that I don’t write erotica!
After thinking again about the words to the song, I’ve concluded that maybe there really isn’t enough love in the world, or maybe the problem is that we’re so busy wanting someone to show their love to us that we don’t show our love for them. The interesting thing about love is that if we do unto others like we want them to do unto us, then that just might solve the whole problem. So I challenge each of you today to be creative and have some fun doing something out of the ordinary for that special person in your life.
Are you willing to share the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you? Don’t forget, ladies can be (and should be) romantic also, so maybe you’d like to share something romantic you’ve done for your special sweetie.