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Romantic? Surprisingly, Yes!
Dedicated to Laundry Man
Submitted by Sue
Romantic Vacation with the Kids?
Surprisingly, "Yes. It depends on your definitionů"
Some would say that taking along your kids, a boy and a girl ages 8 and 10 respectively, would be the antithesis of a romantic vacation.
They only say that because they've never seen my Husband cheerfully hiking down a trail with a kid on each side. ("Come on guys, let's ditch Mom," he says with a twinkle in his eyes.) When I see him playing in the water or tucking one of them into bed after a long day of hiking, biking and swimming, my heart fills with love for him. He's such a good and patient father as well as a wonderful husband. When I look into my children's faces and see my husband's eyes smiling back at me, it reaffirms all that I know in this world: He and I were meant to be together for this reason: these two beautiful children that we created together out of our love for one another. True romance has little to do with the google-eyed, "Twitter Pated", rapid heartbeats of a romance novel. True romance to me is a behind-the-scenes kind of thing: After the kids are in bed for the night; a quiet snuggle on the couch, sharing a pint of ice cream. A man who is willing to climb out of bed and dash out on a freezing cold night to satisfy a pregnancy craving. Squashing bugs, mowing lawns, "Laundry Man!" fixing broken things, going to the "chick-flick" when he really wants to see the latest thriller. These are all incredibly loving, sexy things.
A lot of the stories I've read sound like they were written by folks who have been there before. I've never been to Hawaii. I have no idea what to expect. But one thing I know for certain: We would have to take our kids too. If only for those daily adventures and at night, after a casual dinner, when the dirty feet and faces have been washed and tucked into bed, I envision a quiet stroll out to the balcony with a glass of wine in one hand and my Husband's hand in the other. We'll sit quietly, and we'll watch the sunset together.