Today I was reading Bah – Bam! My Musings, one of the blogs I follow, and the author is celebrating her birthday, the release of her new book and her up-coming wedding by challenging those who read her blog to write about the most romantic thing their girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse has ever done for them. There is no word limit and the only other person to step up at the time did so in the comments section. Well, I have my own blog and I like to share everything I write in here, so I decided I’ll post the link to this post in her comments section and kill two birds with one stone.
The Most Romantic Thing My Wife Has Ever Done For Me
A few years back on my birthday, my wife took me out to dinner and I didn’t expect anything more than that. We went to dinner at a local hotel that is pretty much the nicest hotel in town. Keep in mind that doesn’t say much, because not only do we live in Honduras, but we also live in the back-woodsy-est part of Honduras you could imagine. This place is the original Margarita-ville without the blenders or the ice to make a margarita.
Our landlord, who was an American that used to live here and had since moved back to the states, got married and become a missionary also, was here again on a short visit. While we were waiting to order, we saw him and his wife walk by and hailed them and they joined us for my birthday supper. It was a nice time and we all had fun talking, but about midway through dinner Tom’s wife handed Katrina the key to a hotel room and said they had left some gifts in their room for us to take to the children’s home my wife manages. She asked if we would go up there and collect them before leaving since they were going to visit some friends as soon as they had eaten. I thought how kind it was of them to get gifts for the children’s home and we all finished our meals.
Of course, because we never have peace and quiet at home, we wanted to go sit by the pool after dinner, so when Tom and his wife left we relocated poolside and sat there while we just enjoyed each other’s company. It was very nice to just be alone with each other. I had almost forgotten about the gifts upstairs and was ready to leave when Katrina asked me to go with her to help carry them. When we arrived at the room she handed me the key to open the door and I did so. Much to my astonishment the room was done up like a Valentine’s Day Suite at a Vegas hotel. There were red balloons and red candles everywhere and the bed, which was made up with a pure white bedspread, was virtually covered in red rose petals. Now I’m a six-foot four-inch tall, 280 pound man and I tend to be insensitive about romance, but this touched me to the core.
Needless to say the situation got very “kissy and huggy” very quickly and just when I was about to invite my sweet wife to turn in for the night we heard the little pitter-patter of feet and there was a knock on the door. I grunted and complained and finally went to answer it after the third time they knocked. Upon opening the door this time I was surprised yet again. It was our kids! (All six of them. Our four and the two Indian kids that also lived with us at the time.)
“Happy Birthday!” they yelled.
I smiled and pretended I was happy they were there and looked questioningly at my wife who smiled back at me. She was actually chuckling. My eyes narrowed to a squint and I asked her if she had told them to come.
“Of course I did, you nincompoop!” she said,”You wouldn’t want to celebrate your birthday without your whole family here would you?”
We took the kids to the pool where they had a cake and sodas already set up. They gave me their gifts and we enjoyed their company for another hour or so. The kids enjoyed themselves and I must say it was nice to play with them, and then it was time for them to go home and go to bed, which we all knew they were NOT going to do since the youngest was eight and the oldest was fifteen, but that’s what we told them. We sent them on their way and returned to the room for happy hour.
My wife is a very special lady and she’s always trying to do things to add romance to our marriage. I’m such a clod that I usually mess them up somehow, but that was one I didn’t manage to mess up.