Romance is not often in the air around here,
and on the rare occasion it drifts by,
it is immediately flushed out and dissipated
by much more noxious boy fragrances that rule this house.
My husband is an attorney who works long hours,
my boys are both in sports, which take up a lot of time,
and my elderly father lives with us.
All those ingredients do not a romantic environment make.
So, when my mom offered to watch the boys and told us to look up romantic hotels,
Ithrew the children from our moving car and sped out of town leaped at the chance.
We ended up deciding on a bed & breakfast in Fredericksberg, Texas,
a delightful small town settled by German Americans in the 1800's
that is now a popular Central Texas destination for bed and breakfasts, abundant hunting, fishing, antique stores, museums, the German influence in the form of bakeries, restaurants, stores, and peaches.
My husband and I had big plans. We checked into our B&B, and then headed out walking to browse antique stores and have dinner at the famous Fredericksberg Brewing Company.
It was wonderful to be kid-free, work-free and just plain old FREE to do what we wanted.
As night fell, we headed back to our quaint little romantic B&B
to test out the large hot tub surrounded by candles.
As we stripped our clothes off, turned out the lights, lit the candles and poured in the bubbles,
I began to feel a little sick to my stomach.
I tried to ignore it.
This was our moment.
Our romantic shining moment that had to be perfect.
As we climbed in, giggling as we bumped and slid into the tub, I was reminded why I loved this man, and how he was still the 13 yr old boy I'd fallen in love with,
albeit grown up and hairier.
We held hands, locked eyes, and leaned in for a kiss...
that was interrupted by my sudden urge to vomit.
EVERYWHERE.
It kind of killed the mood.
And so that night, in our big four posted canopied bed, my husband slept like a baby
while I cradled the toilet and slept on the bathroom floor.
And the entire car ride home was spent clutching a bowl and moaning in agony.
It was not the trip we'd planned, but romance had been in the air, briefly,
and we clung to that memory
and laughed about it for years to come.
Even those intended-romantic-resulting-in-non-romantic moments strengthen the love and bond of a marriage and life together.
Life experiences that make up our quilt of memories.
What are your more memorable romantic or non-romantic moments?
and on the rare occasion it drifts by,
it is immediately flushed out and dissipated
by much more noxious boy fragrances that rule this house.
My husband is an attorney who works long hours,
my boys are both in sports, which take up a lot of time,
and my elderly father lives with us.
All those ingredients do not a romantic environment make.
So, when my mom offered to watch the boys and told us to look up romantic hotels,
I
We ended up deciding on a bed & breakfast in Fredericksberg, Texas,
a delightful small town settled by German Americans in the 1800's
that is now a popular Central Texas destination for bed and breakfasts, abundant hunting, fishing, antique stores, museums, the German influence in the form of bakeries, restaurants, stores, and peaches.
My husband and I had big plans. We checked into our B&B, and then headed out walking to browse antique stores and have dinner at the famous Fredericksberg Brewing Company.
It was wonderful to be kid-free, work-free and just plain old FREE to do what we wanted.
As night fell, we headed back to our quaint little romantic B&B
to test out the large hot tub surrounded by candles.
As we stripped our clothes off, turned out the lights, lit the candles and poured in the bubbles,
I began to feel a little sick to my stomach.
I tried to ignore it.
This was our moment.
Our romantic shining moment that had to be perfect.
As we climbed in, giggling as we bumped and slid into the tub, I was reminded why I loved this man, and how he was still the 13 yr old boy I'd fallen in love with,
albeit grown up and hairier.
We held hands, locked eyes, and leaned in for a kiss...
that was interrupted by my sudden urge to vomit.
EVERYWHERE.
It kind of killed the mood.
And so that night, in our big four posted canopied bed, my husband slept like a baby
while I cradled the toilet and slept on the bathroom floor.
And the entire car ride home was spent clutching a bowl and moaning in agony.
It was not the trip we'd planned, but romance had been in the air, briefly,
and we clung to that memory
and laughed about it for years to come.
Even those intended-romantic-resulting-in-non-romantic moments strengthen the love and bond of a marriage and life together.
Life experiences that make up our quilt of memories.
What are your more memorable romantic or non-romantic moments?
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