Hello, everyone.
I recently picked up a book on romance: 1001 Ways to be Romantic by Gregory J.P. Godek.
It’s actually pretty good. It’s not a hard read, and the content is laid out in the simplest of terms:
1. Blah, blah, blah.
2. More blah, blah, blah.
(And I say blah, blah not because it’s boring, but because I don’t want to get into trouble with copyright issues for using his material, etc.)
But this book is filled with over a thousand ideas (obviously) from grand: a marching band in the front yard; to small: gaze into each others eyes . . . often.
So I flipped through the book and chose something at random, something simple . . . slip a note into the book he’s reading, telling him you love him.
That was easy enough to do.
He’s always reading a book, so I jotted off a quick message, “Just wanted you to know: I Love You,” and snuck it in between the pages.
Then I waited, and waited, and waited.
I began to wonder if he would see it. Would he realize it was from me, or just throw it away since the book is from the library?
And if he did find it, would he say anything? My hubby is sweet, but not known to mention details on . . . well, anything. Would this be just another piece of paper his wife scrawled on, or would he recognize it as a gesture of love, and know that he’s in my thoughts?
Well, my answer came when one of the twins came bursting into our bedroom where I was working on a manuscript. My husband followed him in and dragged him out so I could continue working, but stopped before closing the door.
“And I love you, too. Thanks for the note.”
I smiled, and he smiled back.
So I’ll keep trying ideas from the book each and let you know how they go.
Later.
It’s actually pretty good. It’s not a hard read, and the content is laid out in the simplest of terms:
1. Blah, blah, blah.
2. More blah, blah, blah.
(And I say blah, blah not because it’s boring, but because I don’t want to get into trouble with copyright issues for using his material, etc.)
But this book is filled with over a thousand ideas (obviously) from grand: a marching band in the front yard; to small: gaze into each others eyes . . . often.
So I flipped through the book and chose something at random, something simple . . . slip a note into the book he’s reading, telling him you love him.
That was easy enough to do.
He’s always reading a book, so I jotted off a quick message, “Just wanted you to know: I Love You,” and snuck it in between the pages.
Then I waited, and waited, and waited.
I began to wonder if he would see it. Would he realize it was from me, or just throw it away since the book is from the library?
And if he did find it, would he say anything? My hubby is sweet, but not known to mention details on . . . well, anything. Would this be just another piece of paper his wife scrawled on, or would he recognize it as a gesture of love, and know that he’s in my thoughts?
Well, my answer came when one of the twins came bursting into our bedroom where I was working on a manuscript. My husband followed him in and dragged him out so I could continue working, but stopped before closing the door.
“And I love you, too. Thanks for the note.”
I smiled, and he smiled back.
So I’ll keep trying ideas from the book each and let you know how they go.
Later.
I love that story, Denise! I'm going to have to try slipping the note into a book my husband is reading.
ReplyDeleteMargaret