Arguably

I'm going to ramble a bit... flowers, chocolates, the wind rushing past in a good car, waiting in the rain for that special someone, rumba, tango, chocolates, adventure on the high seas, 80's rock, eclairs (with chocolate!), other pastries (really good ones), snorkeling off the Pali, gowns, tuxedoes, babysitting (or better... getting someone else to babysit),giving a massage, getting someone else to give her a massage, roses, balloons, crystal knick-knacks, teddy bears, wearing silk boxers and a smile, buying silk underthings for my woman, and (for the love of god) not singing the theme to "Rawhide" anywhere near her.

That's romance for us. But I'll stop rambling and hit you up with the official post:

Imagine that someone was willing to give you something, like a banner, for letting the ol' imagination fly. Especially in the arena
of romance. Romance is so broad, with every one finding different things romantic, with every person being... multifaceted.

In the past, my wife says, the most romantic thing I've ever done was buy her every rose in Honolulu. That's about right. It was a horrible
time in our life, and things were really crunched... I could have been forgiven forgetting Valentine's. It was that bad.

But I couldn't. My wife is the sweetest, most wonderful person ever! She deserves more than I can give.

That's why, this year, I'm giving her a tiara, a pen, and some flowers and balloons. Okay, fine, it's run-of-the-mill romantic.

But I give her chocolate daily. Almost.

In the future, I'll dance with her on the prow of a ship destined for our second honeymoon on the island of Kauai, dressed to the nines to accompany a
woman deserving only of the best of everything.

Including more chocolate.