In a perfect world, everyday romance would be like the movies. That weak in the knees, breathless kind of romance that kept you up all night thinking of him and the rush of warmth you felt as you sank into his embrace. At the time you were thinking as he clutched you tighter, “Oh, please don’t ever let go…also, please don’t let me fart!” But somewhere down the line, after all the champagne colored embraces and glitter wears off, something else happens. It’s called life, and it happens between the wise-cracking, baby-making, crazy-acting, butt-slapping good times. You no longer politely hold in your flatulence, rather you make a game of it, like putting on your hottest lingerie, climbing into bed and giving your lover the “come hither” smokey glance, and pulling a covered wagon! Sexy with a dash of gross! And guess what, despite the fact that you all just vomited a little in your mouth, you’re still gonna do it. Because that’s life and it’s real. And it’s kind of Awesome.
Sometimes I think I miss the rush of the newness, and all that swoony, flower-filled, constantly trying to impress romance; I am a girl after all. But then I remember all the crazy ups and downs and drama, DRAMA, d.r.a.m.a. that came along with that time of my life. It’s nice to come home after a long, busy day and unload on my spouse while I strip down to my skivvies, I wash off the make-up and I don’t even care that I’m bending over naked! *Gasp in horror!* He’s my best friend in the whole world! We do everything together; we play, we fight, we gain and lose weight…and…gain it again. We lie in bed Saturday mornings, each with a baby on our chest and a toddler in the middle, laughing hysterically because the hubs just got spit-up in his mouth! We send flirty messages during the day…even some on accident. (For my more innocent readers, please don’t be offended, this was completely on accident!)
We talk till all hours of the night together, we get mad over who’s turn it is to do dishes…laundry…stay up with the babies…(we really should write this crap down because someone always “conveniently” forgets it’s their night)! And sex is still hot and steamy, if not but a bit more humorous. It’s unbearably funny when you’re sitting there, mid-stride, daring each other not to breath as the door handle jiggles and a sweet little voice says, “Mommy, where are you?” Life looks a little less like the hot photo from The Notebook, and a little more like the photo below.
We’re exhausted and ornery at times, but we’re still each other’s biggest fans. I’d like to say we’re the couple that has a weekly date night; we actually used to have tri-weekly date nights or more pre-kids! But we have always been the worst at getting sitters. I had a bad experience once (nothing terrible, but the sitter was frustrating and gave me a really bad taste in my mouth about sitters in general) and I’ve had very few since. We don’t live at all close to family, and when we do see family, it’s brief and we want to spend time with them so we don’t take advantage of the trusted sitters. And now that we have the twins, I may trust someone to take care of and NOT kill one of my dear littlies, but I don’t trust that they can handle all three with sanity. So yeah, we don’t go out much alone. In fact, just once since the birth of the twins!! And they’re 6 months old now. Ugh. BUT what we often do is get the babies and kiddo in bed early and rent a movie off Vudu, make shakes and then shake it up later in the bedroom. We go for hikes; we have picnics in the family room while we giggle over the oddity that is our life! We still have almost daily conversations about “what we’re going to do when we grow up,” because at 28, I am SOOOO not grown up yet! LOL And I still look at my family each day in amazement wondering how this little miracle happened. It’s kind of perfect in its imperfection.
So what are we doing on Valentine’s Day this year? It’ll likely be spent doing something nice for each other and maybe go out for lunch to avoid the crowds. Then we’ll spend the evening falling deeper in love with our babies, gushing over each chirp and gurgle. We’ll each sit with a baby, patting and rocking those gassy little things, get puked on for the 13th time that day, play some mad Go Fish with a snarky little 3 year old, and yes, catch up on laundry. But later, we’ll quietly wait till there’s no more stirring and we can hear the heavy breathing of three little babes and know that if nothing else, we’ve done at least three things right.
This time of life is exhausting and difficult and WONDERFUL and as the babes get older, certain aspects will get easier (and some much harder I know!) but It really is so important to make the most of it. And so, I’m curious, what are your big Valentine’s plans? And what do you do to keep the romance alive?
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