I sit next to you, holding hands, our fingers intertwined.

My best friend, my companion, my husband.

The father of our daughters.  My world.

Our love has grown and strengthened ever since that first furtive glance.

That first overt kiss.  Sending shockwaves of desire and passion surging.

Overwhelming me.  Dare I say?  Conquering me.

We both stare deeply into the flames burning in the fire pit before us.

Embers glowing, giving off their heat.  Heat that is reflected by our growing love for each other.

Romance is intrinsic to who you are.  Endemic to who we are.

Six years of dating, six years of marriage, and three daughters later,

Here we are, still engrossed and enthralled by flames, embers, and sparks flying from the fire pit.

Eyes sparkling in the light of flames burning brightly before us.

Our romance is still alive, thriving, growing.

Still part of who we are as husband and wife and father and mother.

Reflected in our three daughters, who are carrying our legacy of romance and growing love forward in their lives.  And in the lives of their children and grandchildren.

No, the simple flames burning before us show romance is alive and well.

If only we can recognize it and grab the opportunity.

And dare to allow ourselves to be seduced by it.