I used to think romance looked like flowers and love notes and gifts galore. And I still love all that.
But almost 3 years into marriage and about 6 years of walking with the Lord, I am learning romance looks like a room-temperature lemon left on the counter for me.
My wrist has been hurting and in a brace for almost a month from picking up a heavy baby all the time.
We drink a lemon water concoction every morning.
The lemons 🍋 are kept in the refrigerator.
My sweet husband wakes up before us, makes his and has been leaving one out for me every morning.
When I asked him why he did that, his response was “Because the lemon is stiff coming right out of the fridge and I don’t want you straining your wrist more. I leave it out so by the time you make yours, it’s softened up and easier for you.”
The recently married me would’ve heard that and thought something along the lines of not needing to be babied because I’m not helpless.
Haha. A silly and immature thought.
I now see these little acts as the masculinity my heart needed. One that protects, loves, leads and enamors. Even if it is as simple and trivial as a lemon on the counter.
This is what romance looks like.
“Husbands, you in turn must treat your wives with tenderness, viewing them as feminine partners who deserve to be honored, for they are co-heirs with you of the “divine grace of life,” so that nothing will hinder your prayers.”
1 Peter 3:7 TPT
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