Moving Right Along...

Here we are at day 60. Although I've made sixty posts, I've fallen behind in the posting-every-single-day routine. Having photographs posted for the second month was a pretty easy excuse to become lax, in that I could really post a bunch at once and not do one each and every day.

If you were a loyal reader during my "good memories" of month one, and were horribly disgusted at my lack of personal discipline during the "photos" of month two, I apologize.

Sort of. :)

Here is where things get tricky. I'm at month three, and I'm on to a new topic that is a bit outside of my comfort zone... romance. That's right, I said it.

Romance.

(Please take an appropriate moment to shudder in displeasure if you must)

Now before you go screaming for the woods in horror, I'm not going to butter you all up with some mushy-gushy stories that Jay and I have been dying to share about our courtship days and random smoochfests. I don't do that.

Ever.

Instead, I thought that it would be nice for me to attempt to work on romance in my own marital life, spare you the sordid details of who kissed whom, or who cut her husband's lunch into tiny heart shapes, etc., and just share some stories of romance that I thought to be pretty neat over the course of history. The romance stories could come from well-known people, or even from members of my own family. No one is safe. I repeat...

No one is safe.

Rest assured, I'm not here to air any dirty laundry or solicit grievances... I'm just here to help us all remember how wonderful it is to love and be loved.