Throwback Thursday – Romance: the Sequel

My good bud, Huntie over at Chasing Rabbit Holes (http://chasingrabbitholes.com/about) , asked me if I was going to post a sequel to last Thursday?  Did I play the violin for my husband?  Did we take a trip to the art museum that weekend?  So, for her and Ella and Elby, here is the sequel.

My husband got home and it being tax season, went in to work at finishing some stuff up. Around midnight, he finished and went to bed. So I sat on the side of the bed and played “When I Fall In Love” on my violin for him as a lullaby.  My sweet man fell fast asleep, smiling.

Saturday, we went to the Art Museum and had a delightful day. We even had lunch in their snooty and pretentious bee-stro. Good day, good time.

But the best part came this morning, a week from last Thursday. Yesterday, two small boxes were put on our porch. I was surprised. I had ordered something for him as special little gift and lo and behold, here was a box from the same place, same size – addressed to him!

I put the box addressed to him on his desk. I took my box and opened it to check to make sure it was right. It was! This morning, before he could have his coffee, I placed the contents of the box in front of him on the table. He picked it up and grinned hugely. Then, he took the contents of his box and placed in front of me. And I laughed aloud. Talk about great minds…

All of this being said: I gave my husband a Game of Thrones Mug with the motto “Winter is Coming” and the sigil of the Stark Family. My identical mug had the motto “Fear the Imp” in tribute to character Tyrion Lannister. Both of us are big fans of Game of Thrones. My husband is most impressed with and fond of the Stark family and their storyline. I am a huge fan of the character of Tyrion Lannister. At 4’10”, I’m a tad bit short. But I am in proportion:  limbs, torso, head. I call myself a midget. I hear that is supposed to be a pejorative term but it doesn’t bother me. Anyway, I enjoy Peter Dinklage’s portrayal of Tyrion – cynical, wickedly smart, pragmatic, and in spite of himself, tender hearted, able to act as a true gentleman, and brave far beyond his height. Needless to say, I love my mug. My morning coffee is going to take on a whole new twist. Gone is the ages old smiley face mug, replaced by a mug with much attitude. “Fear the Imp”.  Indeed!

Throwback Thursday and Today in Romantic History

This morning as my husband went to work, he turned and said, “Do you know what today is?” I looked at him. I knew it wasn’t his birthday or our wedding anniversary. He started laughing and said, “Yep, that’s my romantic girl. Go over to your computer, after I leave” and out the door he went.  So I did. Queued up was the music video at the end of this post. Today, 15 years ago, he asked me to marry him. We had been dating a few months and after a slippery beginning (I forgot I had a lunch date with him and stood him up!), we had been doing well.

We found ourselves remarkably compatible, even though we were so very different and I had not allowed myself to feel for anyone in years, since the love of my life went back to his native Japan. Somehow, this shy, awkward, geeky, and intelligent accountant had managed to pull the stones from around my heart.

He asked me to go with him to try for his black belt in tae kwan do. I had been to some sessions with him before and had watched him spar. He did not fight like an accountant and for someone who had two left feet when it came to dancing, he was really good.

I went with him. He got his black belt (woo hoo!). We went out to lunch and after we were through, he asked me to go with him to his parents’ home. They were out of town and he had promised to check on the house for them. We did a walk through and when we were in the family room, he suddenly became very quiet. He started twitching. Then he said, “I need you to sit down here” and he sat me down in his grandmother’s rocker. My heart sank. I thought to myself, “He’s a nice guy and he is going to break up with me.  He doesn’t want to see me anymore and he is going to be nice about it.” I was surprised at myself that I actually cared about this.

“Now, just look over me, okay? I’m not very good but I have been working on this for a month”, and he went over to the piano, and played a couple of chords and began to sing. A good voice but a lousy piano player, however, knowing how much I like Rick Astley, he plunked some chords and began to sing, starting with the chorus first:

Together forever and never to part,
Together forever we two …

Logical, pragmatic, stone hearted me – melted. And when he was through, he came and on bended knee, asked me to marry him and then placed his grandmother’s engagement ring on my finger. Obviously I said “yes”.

I am still the logical one and he is still the full tilt romantic one. But today, I’m going to dance around my kitchen to this song. And when he gets home, I am going to take out my violin and play for him, “When I fall in love”.

I hope you all have a date in your romantic history that you remember as if you were there again. I hope it is a happy memory.

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