{"id":4138,"date":"2018-02-14T14:25:53","date_gmt":"2018-02-14T18:25:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=4138"},"modified":"2019-02-14T00:56:24","modified_gmt":"2019-02-14T05:56:24","slug":"romance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.anislandmom.com\/?p=4138","title":{"rendered":"No One Does Romance Like We Do"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Last Saturday night, LCB and I sat on the couch, listening for the sounds that would signal that all three kids were finally in bed. LCB attempted to cultivate a romantic atmosphere between us by pouring me a glass of wine and talking softly. I made his job easier by only half paying attention while I read.<\/p>\n

I multitask to a fault sometimes.<\/p>\n

I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know, maybe this irked him or something, because then he did something that just didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t really fit with the ambiance he was attempting to invoke. I won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t say what, because that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not really the point here. All y\u00e2\u20ac\u2122all with significant others know about these moments, and whether your sweetheart suddenly decides to pick her teeth, mention a school fundraiser he volunteered your services for, discuss a political issue you sharply disagree on, spill tomato juice over  new carpeting without a proper display of remorse, or belch like there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no tomorrow, it doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t really matter much. The \u00e2\u20ac\u0153moment\u00e2\u20ac\u009d faces a serious setback.<\/p>\n

I thought about what he did for a second, and then, without looking up from my book, I said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You know you make it harder [to feel romantic] when you do that.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know why,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he said, cloaking his voice in faux-innocence.<\/p>\n

Without pausing, I answered, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And that fact also makes it harder.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n

We both dissolved in laughter, and he voiced proper admiration for my wit. During moments like these, I decided, I feel super-married. Not long-married, though our ability to interact this way has developed over time, but super-married, where we can rock and high-five our way through just about any situation. The Latin prefix super- means above or beyond; that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just about right, I think.<\/p>\n

And because I am super-married, moments later, I leaned back next to him and told him I almost felt like I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d gone up in my own estimation because of my clever remark. I asked him if that ever happened to him. He said yes, and something that sounded, underneath the muffled laughter, like \u00e2\u20ac\u0153frequently.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Wordlessly, I hopped off the couch in search of a pen to write it all down, wanting to remember our exchange when I wrote about it later.<\/p>\n

He didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t need to ask why I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d left or what I was doing; I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m pretty sure he already knew. After all, he is super-married.<\/p>\n

Happy Valentine\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Day!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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