I have to write a romantic scene in my next manuscript (which is due March 1, tick tock, tick tock), and those are without a doubt the most difficult for me. They can go seriously cheesy in a matter of words. For a study break and possible inspiration, I watched some old—we're talking 1980s—clips from Days of Our Lives. (One of the biggest phone bills I ever had in college resulted from a long-distance call with my friend Sheila when I was at Baylor and she was at Auburn. We watched an entire episode of Days "together" even though we were several states apart.)
My soap opera study break didn't help because real love isn't like that. I don't think I've ever burst into a room and exclaimed to Dave, "I can't help myself! I'm madly in love with you!" If I had, he would'v'e called my doctor.
So as Valentine's Day approaches, what is real love like? What does it look like and sound like, especially as it ages?
It's a bouquet of grocery store flowers for no particular reason other than he was at the grocery store, and he knows I love flowers.
It's the sound of a running dishwasher that I didn't have to load:)
It's a spontaneous road trip with somebody who loves stumbling onto an old Dairy Dip as much as I do.
It's uncontrollable laughter over something completely silly.
It's a date night.
It's exploring new places together.
It's visiting old friends together.
In short, it's . . . together. No matter what.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud. It does not dishonor others,
it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
1 Corinthians 13: 4-5 NIV