There’s still romance

 

     Thirty-seven years and there’s still romance in our marriage.  Life has been hectic for both DH and me over the last several months…um, years even.  We haven’t seemed to have much time to take a breath, relax, and simply enjoy each other.  However, once in a while….

     It had drizzled all day but around seven, the sky cleared.  After weeding the gardens, I set the new hammock up since the weather reports have indicated several dry days heading our way.  DH came out to see what I was doing.

     The hammock is a huge rope one, almost as wide as I am tall and quite long.  DH decided to try it out.  He sprawled out in it and looked deliriously happy and comfortable.

     “Move over,” I said and joined him. 

      “The pillow is too small to share.”

     “That’s okay I’ll use you.”  I rested my head on his shoulder.

     He snuggled closer and we scanned the sky to catch the first star.

     After a while I said, “I like this.”

     “I’m glad you bought the hammock.”  He kissed the top of my head.  “I missed doing this.”

     “Me too.”

     We stayed there until all the stars looked down at us.