Hello, everyone.
Since my last post we have had a run of the cold and flu virus being passed around our house.
My husband, the children, and I have all been down at one point or another over the past week with a cough, runny nose, congestion, and fever.
Not exactly the ideal situation for romance when you’ve been up for 36 hours at a time with sick kids, and then fall ill yourself.
And thankfully Hubby was sick for a couple of days, then it was my turn, so we were never knocked out at the same time.
So what does any of this have to do with romance?
Well, not much. As I said, it’s hard to feel romantic when you’re blowing icky stuff into a tissue or coughing so hard it feels like a lung is going to pop out.
But . . . I have to say that all the non-romance of the last week has really made me think hard about how much I was enjoying the tiny embers we were creating over the last month. And how much I miss them.
Since starting this blog, I have been very intentional about the romance in our marriage. We are both re-developing an awareness of each other, and are making an effort to nurture the growing sparks of passion we felt in the early years as husband and wife.
So this past week of no time for anything except medicine, Kleenex, and bed-rest has made me realize how much I miss giving and receiving various forms of affection with my husband.
It has also made me more determined than ever to put that extra effort into romancing my spouse. And hopefully he will be so inclined as to reciprocate with romantic efforts of his own.
This weekend, and throughout the week, we are planning in some way, shape or form to make time to be alone together, and to share little bits of love and affection.
I hope each of you are able to do the same; take time to be together and show your love for one another, however that may be.
Since my last post we have had a run of the cold and flu virus being passed around our house.
My husband, the children, and I have all been down at one point or another over the past week with a cough, runny nose, congestion, and fever.Not exactly the ideal situation for romance when you’ve been up for 36 hours at a time with sick kids, and then fall ill yourself.
And thankfully Hubby was sick for a couple of days, then it was my turn, so we were never knocked out at the same time.
So what does any of this have to do with romance?
Well, not much. As I said, it’s hard to feel romantic when you’re blowing icky stuff into a tissue or coughing so hard it feels like a lung is going to pop out.
But . . . I have to say that all the non-romance of the last week has really made me think hard about how much I was enjoying the tiny embers we were creating over the last month. And how much I miss them.
Since starting this blog, I have been very intentional about the romance in our marriage. We are both re-developing an awareness of each other, and are making an effort to nurture the growing sparks of passion we felt in the early years as husband and wife.
So this past week of no time for anything except medicine, Kleenex, and bed-rest has made me realize how much I miss giving and receiving various forms of affection with my husband.
It has also made me more determined than ever to put that extra effort into romancing my spouse. And hopefully he will be so inclined as to reciprocate with romantic efforts of his own.
This weekend, and throughout the week, we are planning in some way, shape or form to make time to be alone together, and to share little bits of love and affection.
I hope each of you are able to do the same; take time to be together and show your love for one another, however that may be.
You know, Denice, some of my most romantic memories involve times when one of us was sick. Something about the tender care we give or receive during those times evokes amazingly loving feelings.
ReplyDeleteI agree. Most of the time, in our case anyway, we are just like, "Leave me alone and let me get better!" But it has made us both crave that intimacy even more.
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