This is a repost of something I worte for another site, but I thought I would share it on my blog as well!
I was running late for work, and was trying to juggle my purse, my 2 year old twins' daycare bag, breakfast, and my grade book as I made my way slowly to the car. I herded my boys ahead of me repeating "climb in your seats, please" for what seemed like the thousandth time. It wasn't until a few minutes after I pulled out of the driveway that I realized: I'd forgotten my lunch.
My husband makes my lunch most mornings. I am an elementary teacher, and the few moments I get at lunch time can be like a mid-day vacation. My husband making my lunch for me is an act of romance in itself. I knew that this particular morning my husband had made me peanut butter and jelly...a childhood favorite I had been in the mood for that day.
I picked up my cell phone and called home. My husband immediately answered, and I explained my predicament loudly over the voices of my toddlers in the backseat. Without missing a beat, he said:
"I'll bring it to you on my way to work."
I could finish this story, and tell you about how he met me in front of my elementary school, brown bag in hand, but you know what came next. What you don't know is that romance is in the big things, but it is in the little things too. It was just a sandwich in a bag, but to me it was a random act of romance that showed much more than flowers, chocolates, or jewelry what true love is all about. It's about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.