Following on from my Valentine's post from two weeks ago, and my subsequent contemplation on whether or not the whole hearts and flowers thing is indeed romantic (I was given a huge bunch of daffodils - which I love - and no, I did not complain!), a conversation with a friend had me recalling what to me is the most romantic thing my hubby has ever done for me.
To me, part of the beauty of being human is the diverse range of emotions we experience in response to different factors. So I'd like to hear about the most romantic gesture you've ever received - traditional or otherwise.
A few years back, I was having a clear-out. There's rather a 'situation' with cuddly toys I've accumulated over the years in my house - I find it very difficult to part with any to which I have an emotional attachment. Anyway, the time had come for a cull. I was ruthless (sort of) and filled several bin bags with old and falling-apart well-loved creatures - most of which had been residing in the loft since we moved into our house. Included among these was a green teddy bear my Dad had brought back from America when I was about four or five. Green Teddy (inspired name, right?) had somewhere along the line been involved in an accident with some shocking pink paint. So he was included in the cull.
Hubby dutifully trekked off with the bags of rejected toys (no, I don't still feel guilty - of course not) and deposited them in the industrial wheelie bin where he was working. All fine. I'd let them go, and I was so over them. Right.
The next day, my long-suffering hubby was upside down leaning right into the wheelie bin, sorting among all the other refuse to find the bag with Green Teddy in, while I panicked at home that the bin would have been emptied and Green Teddy would be forever lost to me. Did he find him? Yes, he did, and Green Teddy (after a trip to the washing machine) is still sitting in my bedroom, resplendent in pink.
This may clarify to you both that I'm a little cracked (as if you didn't know, if you've been following me for any length of time) and why I consider my hubby to be a keeper. ;)
So tell me what's the most romantic thing that's ever happened to you? I realise not everyone places importance on slightly bonkers events like I do, but tell me anyway.
Oh, and here's a picture of my beloved and tatty Monkey (see - I lack no originality with the naming of my cuddly toys), as I'm currently in hubby's workshop and Green Teddy is safely at home, far from the camera and the enormous skip we now have way too close to our unit for his liking. ;)