On Wednesdays, Chris and I get canning shares from our local CSA. This week was apples. About 75 lbs. of apples made a home in our living room until we had time to make apple sauce and pie filling. We peeled, sliced, and mashed until 1 AM. Some point between crate to pot, I realized that making apple sauce together was romantic.
A few weeks ago, I asked Chris if he thought our marriage
had enough romance. He answered, "Of course? Don't you?" He gave me examples like eating pizza on the church floor before all the youth came, wine and movie nights, taking an afternoon nap together. Since then, I have been seeing romance in so many unexpected places, even in the most ridiculous activities. For example, giving Chris a nice set of pigtails. Yes, we still act like middle schoolers...
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