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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

How he won my heart with a hammer...

Tell Me Your Story Tuesday

My Prince Charming
           
What makes a moment romantic?

                 If you've been reading my blog for a while, you probably already heard this story. I like to telling it again around Valentine's Day to remind everyone that romance isn't all chocolate, lingerie and semi-precious stones. It's about listening and showing your love, even if it involves household tools.

                  Despite appearances, the picture above is FAR from one of our most romantic moments. Some day, if you have a few hours and enough money for margaritas, I will tell you about that day and the unromanticness (Yes, it is a word. I don't care if the rest of the world doesn't acknowledge it). No, our most romantic moment involves a hardware tool and my soon-to-be husband was no  where in sight.
                 I met my husband two weeks after I moved to Texas. We met at a church we were both visiting for the first time. He asked me to lunch after the morning service ( an interesting story in itself, but I'll save it for another time). After the evening service, we ate ice cream at a park. I will add here that one of the top ten most romantic moments was when he turned to me and said, "Do you like to read? Because I just finished this great book. It's called the Notebook. I think the author is Nicholas somebody." (Insert  me swooning here).
                 After our official first date the next Sunday, he made a comment about the bareness of my apartment walls. I responded that I had never noticed I didn't own a hammer and nails until I moved into the apartment alone. We went on to talk about other things and I didn't even think about it again.
                The next day was a Monday in every sense of the word. I taught middle school at the time and let's just say all of my students were very much seventh graders that day. I remember wanting to cry when I pulled up to my apartment because my head was throbbing, as were my feet, and I lived on the second floor. When I finally dragged myself up the stairs, something was leaning against my door.

 A silver hammer with a shiny red bow. 
And that, my friends, is all it took.



So Tell Me Your Story. 
What is your most unconventionally romantic moment? Got big plans for Valentine's day? Ever swoon over a tool (no innuendo intended!)? 


5 comments:

Lindsay Cummings said...

I was in the hospital waking up from anesthesia. I dont remember any of this, but my sister recorded it. Apparently my boyfriend was there wiping my head with a wet washcloth, and every time I looked at him my heart rate, which was being monitored by a loud beeper, would elevate really fast and I'd smile and tell him how handsome he was. I made a fool out of myself, but its a cute story. Hes been to every surgery and hospital visit since then!

Love your hammer story. So cute!

Chantel said...

Is he still reading books?!

Teri Anne Stanley said...

wow, that is SO cool! AND the Notebook.
My husband, God love him, remembers offhand comments I make and then acts on them WAY after the fact. When we were first married, I said, "Oh, roller blading looks fun." A year and a half later, when I was 8 months pregnant and 250 pounds, he bought me roller blades. Um, gee, honey, thanks!

Dawn Alexander said...

Lindsay~ That is great. And how nice of your sister to record it for you!

Chantel~ He still reads all the time. Not Nicholas Sparks, though.

Teri~ Sounds like he tries and I am sure you had plenty of use for those roller blades :)

Molly Cannon said...

I love your hammer story! It put a smile on my face this rainy morning.