Romance novels remind me that it’s the small acts that build a relationship, not the grand gestures. Not that the grand gestures hurt, of course, but romance novels remind me that you can’t build a life on them, that lives mesh and make successful relationships because of shared values and experiences. Romance novels remind me not to take any of this everyday romance for granted, to take the time to appreciate these moments, to live for them, because if we don’t live for these bright sparks of love illuminating our lives, what do we live for?
The picture is by Henriette Browne, and I found it at Wikimedia Commons. If you read Sarah's post you'll find out why some lovingly applied bandages were required at her house recently.