My husband buys me a space heater as a surprise. I know it doesn’t sound very romantic. Just wait.
He leaves a trail of words taped to the floor that eventually lead to my frigid, Arctic Basement Office. Here, I find a small Lasko space heater. I turn it on, and immediate warmth embraces me right here in the bitter cold.
I’m in love.
He knew I was cold down here. He knew about my freezing little hands on this keyboard.
One of my friends says that her love language is warmth. If her husband can warm her, she’s happy.
I sit here in the basement, and I’m warm and happily married.
Can’t practical gifts be romantic?