After all these years, my husband ALWAYS opens the car door for me when we are getting in. I have told him there is no sense in me sitting in the car and waiting for him to come around and open the door when we are getting out - so he "lets" me open the door to get out of the car - but he always opens the door to put me in.
To some - romance is all about flowers, candy, "gushy-mushy" stuff. To me... romance is love in every-day language. Example: when he knows I've had or am having a particularly stressful time at work, his hand gently placed on my head as I'm going to sleep - knowing that he is silently praying for me - speaks volumes of his love for me.
I'm truly blessed - my husband is my very bestest friend!
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