We’ve been married for 14 years. We have four children, a house on a pretty street, two cars, and and one dog. We go grocery shopping on Saturdays, watch movies at home on Fridays, and Wednesday night is always soup and sandwich night. I know that doesn’t sound romantic, but that’s just the setup. Here’s the story: The other night I way lying in bed, trying desperately to finish the last few chapters of the very long book that was selected as our monthly book club pick. I was on my stomach, book propped up on my pillow, I could sense my husband, who was lying on his side next to me, looking at me.
I turned toward him, “Yes?” I said, grinning.
“You have a beautiful profile,” he said.
I blinked. “Really? That’s nice of you to say.” I went back to the book.
“You’ve always had a nice profile.”
Intrigued, I set the book face down on my pillow. “Really?”
“Yes, really. I remember the first time I saw it.”
“You do?” I said with a hint of skepticism.
“I was waiting in the lunch room for that job interview and you walked past the open doorway. You were wearing red pants and carrying a bunch of paper,” he said. “That’s the first time I noticed your beautiful profile.”
At that moment my heart swelled. I looked into his eyes and they were gleaming. This is really it, I thought. This is true love.