Reasonable doubt? How can one have doubt when a Valentine’s gift arrives via Federal Express from Elvis? Both Elvis and romance are alive and well. Before you go calling the nice guys with the strait jackets, hear me out. I may be a little quirky to love a hopeless romantic like my man, but we have so much fun together. When we enter a restaurant and ask for a table, they want us to give them a name. My honey is Elvis. Not really, but he tells them that with an Elvis voice. It doesn’t matter anyway. They don’t check ID’s. It’s just fun.

My Elvis is living and thriving. He is full of romance too. He invited me for a walk around our acreage yesterday. Last night was a clear starlit one, and he gathered twigs and logs for a fire in the pit on the patio out back. Never mind that it was forty degrees out. He thought it would be fun to count the stars, share the moment, and freeze our tails.

Understand, I had to put off all the ‘to do’ list items to enjoy him and his romance. Maybe our significant others are more romantic than we give them credit for, especially if we don’t give them the time when they ask. If we have poopooed their attempts in the past, they may have stopped the wooing. I am guilty. Mentally slowing my mind to engage him in his romantic efforts takes discipline. The dishes will remain. The work can wait. It’s a wonder my Elvis still tries. I love him for his persistence.

This persistent love is characteristic of the love God has for us. He wants to spend time with us, not to be a burden to us, but to allow him to show us how much he cares for us. Romance isn’t dead! Thanks to my Elvis and my God.

For you, my man, I am grateful.

XXOO Robin