The Most Romantic Thing I Did For Her She recently wrote about her ten most romantic moments and I was - at least initially - insulted to not find myself among them. After a bit of reflection, however, I realized that I simply hadn't earned a place on that list. If we'd dated longer, maybe. But there was one thing that I did for her that she doesn't even know about.

Around the first few weeks of our relationship, I went on a week-long trip to California. My returning flight had me leaving Monday afternoon and arriving very early Tuesday morning, with four airports in-between.

At the second airport, during a long three hour layover, I saw a vendor selling flowers and decided it would be nice to bring some home for her. I picked out two small bouquets and had them taped together so it would be easier to carry along with all the luggage I already had. At the next airport, Las Vegas, I had another long layover. I went to the terminal and tried my best to sleep despite the clinking and beeping of the slot machines.

When my flight was announced, I lumbered onto the plane, found my seat, and fell right back asleep, and it wasn't until I reached the Edmonton airport that I realized my romantic gesture was underneath a seat in a Vegas airport. I drove to two convenience stores and one hospital looking for some place that might sell flowers at 4 in the morning, to no avail. The best I could do, which I did, was leave a note on her car telling her that I cared. I think flowers may have explained that better, though... they have a way of filling in the gaps of emotion better than words can.  ¶ 7:23 AM