With lacrosse season in full swing, Eric's last term before his practicum, my first term for my master's, busy contract season and the kids school winding down, we have been so exhausted that we literally fall into bed at night. Needless to say, romance has taken a the very back seat on this bus! Before we had children and all through our courtship, Eric has done the grand gestures as well as the little things. Whether it was a surprise visit at work for lunch or a wild flower bouquet, Eric has always been one to show his affection. After a particularly difficult time in our early marriage (he had been working two full-time jobs while going to school so we wouldn't lose our insurance), he made arrangements with my store manager (I was a manager at ZCMI) to whisk me away early from work. We had a nice dinner at the newly remodeled Inn at Temple Square and he suggested we ask if we could see one of the new rooms. I was so against asking, I mean, how tacky, but he went ahead and asked anyway. I reluctantly went up the elevator with him and was mortified when we unlocked the room and there was suitcases in the room. It took Eric's prompting before I realized they were OUR suitcases. He drew me into the room and laying on the bed was a new silk dress, pumps and silk stockings (I am allergic to nylon). He told me to hurry and change since we had tickets to the symphony. We had a wonderful weekend and I will never forget how much planning and preparation he did in secret so he could surprise me.
Grand gestures such as that are no longer possible and haven't been for almost 18 years (once the kids came) but Eric still does the little things for me. He irons my clothes (I hate to), cleans the bathroom, dusts, cooks (so much better than I), cleans (also better than I), dresses and shops for me (I hate to shop for clothing) and supports me in all that I do (or attempt to do). Today, after putting in a 50 hour week, he left clinic in Provo with the intent to take me to lunch. Now, we try to have lunch together or with my parents on our Fridays but I hadn't expected it today since he had to work in Provo. We picked up sandwiches and headed to the park. Sitting on blanket, we had nice lunch and some one on one time. It may not seem like it is as grand a gesture as the weekend I described but to me it was. Eric always seems to know when I am feeling a little neglected in romance (I am a closet romantic) and comes up the with grand gestures or the little things to let me know how much I still mean to him.
I love this man!
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