Allright, here's something I find incredibly romantic: I had a splinter today and Jeff got it out. Why is that romantic, you ask? I ask myself the same thing. Maybe it's because he took care to be gentle. Maybe it's because it was in the palm of my right hand and he knew that I couldn't get it out by myself. (Maybe it's because he knew I would do the BIG SIGH until it was out...)
That's really what I love about marriage. I've never been a "moonlight stroll" or "dozen roses" kind of girl. I love the little things like the removing of splinters.
This is something that had us enthralled for a while tonight. We are easily enthralled. And slightly nerdy.