Most romantic moment…

Joanna 07-12-09                  rose image                     

Romantic Things a Hero Does…             

Since I can’t get the blog I’ve been working on worded the way I want maybe something more direct is in order here. I recently finished reading My Sergei, A Love Story, an amazingly touching memoir and tribute to Sergei Grinkov, Russian pairs skater, by his on-the-ice and real life partner, Ekaterina Gordeeva (with E. M. Swift). This highly decorated husband-wife team, best known for winning four World Championships and two Olympic gold medals, has touched this author of romance in a way that has resonated with me since the day—at least ten years ago—when I read a very condensed version of this story in Chicken Soup for the Couple’s Soul (and simply entitled My Sergei). The expanded version has affected me in a way I’ve been trying to describe and share with my readers but getting the words to meld has eluded me. (I will post it soon though, I promise!)

I suppose even the best hero falls short sometimes. Ekaterina loved surprises, but Sergei wasn’t big on them. Whenever she was due a gift, he preferred she come along and choose what she wanted or at least ask for something in particular. At some point she voiced her desire for breakfast in bed. He agreed and promised he’d do so after watching her prepare breakfast at least once. 

Sergei then set out to make Katia’s birthday special by honoring her wish. He made coffee twice, having done something wrong with his first attempt. Last minute he decided to drive to the grocery store for flowers with which to decorate her tray. He pushed the car out of the garage so he wouldn’t wake her and spoil the surprise! (Even my boys, ages 13 and 11, stopped and took note of that! :))

My honey, as those who read my last blog are now aware, has his moments. Besides the poetry, the constant voicing of sentiments (on both sides, we can be sickening when we’re alone) it’s the little things that stand out. The Valentine’s Day I woke up to find plastic hearts on a stem—the florists’ variety that gets stuck into an arrangement or bouquet—stuck to walls, mirrors and anywhere my gaze might land. Coming home to windows washed, dinner made, laundry folded and put away. My favorite? How my hero literally comes running if I lock myself out of my car or home, flatten a tire or (only on two occasions, thank goodness) have an accident with my car, forget the binder or laptop I prefer to have handy at work. Maybe not a big deal, but he lives for those moments when he can “rescue” his damsel-in-distress in pretty much any way.

Do you have a real-life romantic hero? Care to share the most romantic thing said person has ever done for you–or something incredibly special you’ve done for your sweetheart? (More than one episode works too!)

As always, thanks for taking the time to stop by! And for those of you who love pumpkin, visit my website for two new, super-easy recipes: one for yogurt and one for pie. (  My family favorite bread stuffing will be up in time for Thanksgiving, too–trust me, it’s awesome, maybe better than the rosemary wine chicken!


9 thoughts on “Most romantic moment…

  1. Had flowers delivered with a poem he wrote himself. You never expect poetry from an engineering type personality.

    Baked me a birthday cake while I was at work when he had the day off.

    Let me have the snowy white, tiny little kitten any way when I cried becaues he said, “No. We already have a cat and one is enough.”

    Ordered a bow picture window for the living room window that we hadn’t planned to replace because he knew I’d love it.


  2. My DH is as romantic as a worm.
    Once he brought home three carnations. Never did it again. He forgets Birthdays, Anniversaries, Valentines Day, you name it. But he would come running if I got stuck. He fixes everything and once in a while does something that shocks me. Like when he washed me in the hospital when I was sick.
    Just proves he is there if I really need him. But no romance. Darn


  3. Got your email about this one, Joanna and just had to share.

    About 8 weeks ago I reconnected with an old flame from college days — 32 years later. We are on opposite sides of the planet, so it wasn’t easy, but the Internet finally coughed up enough information so I could be pretty sure this was the right person. We’ve now been having long phone conversations, at last count I think there have been about 14.

    On one phone call we were talking about his guitar playing which I have always loved, so he said hold on, and serenaded me from 8000 miles away. I’m still waiting on the photo and MP3 file of more music, but it’s been a really nice time getting reacquainted. And we’re both single!


  4. Thanks to all of you who stopped by 🙂

    Pat, my favorite one was the kitty cat–had a similar episode at my house after we picked up my son where a cat had just given birth to a litter–I did the whole finger-waving-we’re-not coming-home-with-another-cat-b/c-we-already-have-three-thing and guess who goes and falls in love with Mauer McNabb (my squirrel patrol cat from several blogs ago)? Me, of course. So the next day, dad takes the boys on the sneak to pick her up and surprise me.

    Jan–as my editor would say…”Awww…” best of luck–had a friend who’d play acoustic while we ‘hung out’ on the phone–very relaxing!

    More about Sergei and Ekaterina this Friday! Hope you’ll have a chance to stop by (again:). Thanks again!


  5. As I think back many moons and a couple of hairstyles ago, I do remember a quirky type of a romance moment in my life. This is when the hubby proposed to me, in Key West, Florida, circa 1996. I had a feeling he would pop the big question on our trip, as he carefully watched his carry on bag that held the engagement ring. We spent our first day on Key west, which in July, was a sauna. We walked along the water down by Duvall St. to watch the sunset. But this bride-to-be only wanted to go back to the pool at our hotel. So back we went and before I knew it, my hubby to be was leaning down, on one knee, in the pool, with ring in hand. Guess what my answer was????


  6. He is not the romantic type at all, but…My guy at the time said he couldn’t pick me up from the airport when I returned from my vacation, because he had a business meeting, so I wasn’t expecting him at all, but he showed up just to kiss me hello, spend 10 minutes with me, and then leave for his meeting. I was so surprised and so happy to see him, it made my day.


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