Romance is all about scenery I think. My husband proposed to me in the most romantic way possible. First, wanting everything to be just how I wanted it, he asked me my ideas of the perfect background for the ultimate romantic moment. I listed things such as waterfalls or fountains, the temple, sunrise and sunsets, flowers, peace and quiet. he made sure to include all my requests. We awoke before the sun rose to meet at the SLC temple for a dawn session. He was "late" so of course I got upset. The sun was just peeking over the mountians and I was concentrating on his insensitivity. As he led me to a beautiful rose covered bench I realized my anger could not be there anymore. The fountain behind us on temple square spashed and gurgled as we were all alone staring up at the walls of the temple we would be sealed in. It was wonderful! To me, that is romance.
My boyfriend and I have been together for six years and he's managed to do so many romantic things. Some have been small, some have been big, but they've all been so wonderful.
When I was fifteen, I was really really sick. I had a monster cold and was not feeling well at all, so he had his mom bring him over (Hey, we couldn't drive yet!) and he made me lay down while he made me chicken soup and hot tea. I have a fetish with hot tea. Then, after we ate, we watched a movie. Well, he watched, I was so out of it I fell asleep on the couch. When I was awake, he played one of my favorite songs and we had our first dance. It was the best time I've ever had being sick.
A couple months ago he came to visit me up at school before I moved out of the dorm. I had a huge craving for Chex Mix. (Mmm...my downfall in life.) THe town my school is in is a tiny country town where everything closes at seven. We got in his car and we drove around for 30 minutes looking for chex mix. It just proves that no matter how rediculous something of mine is, he's still so willing to go all out for me.
Then once, he drove all the way to my school (which was about a two hour drive from his school) to bring me a rose. Well, he also stopped and got me toilet paper. So he brought me a rose and toilet paper.
I think romance is remembering the simple little things that sparked the fire in the beginning. My husband and I met on the beach, and the day he proposed to me, he took me parasailing over the beach we met on, and had our families on the beach holding a huge enormous sign saying "Will you marry me?" and had my ring tied to some fishing line tied to him. He jokes to this day that if I would have said no, he would have disconnected my support to the sail. (. .) But every anniversary since, we've parasailed over the same place, and that's so sweet to me. I don't care how much time goes by, it still feels like the first time we were up there, and that is very romantic.