Before meeting my second husband, I thought that there was no romance in marriage. It just seemed to hinder.

I met at an event where I helped cover the tables. Working clothes, not painted. Better as at home. He fell in love at first sight. I immediately proposed to meet. Without flowers or care. On the first second and third dates, I went fishing to the river.

A couple of months later, he calls:

I made you an offer. Give a ring or a certificate to choose for yourself?

Give me a certificate.

A few days later, I received a certificate:

Will you go for me?

and UGU.

Great, we went out to eat.

Our entire wedding is a trip with our parents to the woods. In the head of the wedding photo, I am without a haircut in a T-shirt, my husband with a piece of shale in his mouth.

The top of romance for us is a evening with rolls and beer/ wine in front of the TV.

Families are surprised, they say that you need to create a romance at least in the first year of a relationship. We are norm. We are happy.