Sometimes I like romance…
In real life…
In book form…
(Nora Roberts in this case)
The kinds of books you don’t have to think too hard about, the kind you read to just spend the afternoon in fantasy land. I tend to devour these books in hours and not really remember what I read the next day. An escape. Sometimes we all need one of those.
Only this time a paragraph just stuck with me. I thought, Yes, I know just what you mean. So I hesitated only a moment before ripping out that page.
I pulled out all my lovey sweet scrapbook supplies and made a little piece of art. Just a silly thing for the smiles. For the truth of it. A little love note, to hang in our bedroom.
Because it’s no secret I love my guys hands. Rough, scarred; a working mans hands. Strong and sure. The hands and the man.
Sometimes the best way to say it is to hang it on the wall. Is to see it.
In a marriage everyday doesn’t feel like a romance novel…but sometimes sometimes it does.