Romantic.

Years ago one of my favorite friends, Jill, told me all about how romantic the Oregon Coast is.  I’d never been.  I really didn’t know what she meant by that.  But I was pretty sure that she didn’t mean romantic like roses and a box of chocolates.  She’s an English major, she’s good with words, and for some reason I think she may have been talking about a different kind of romantic.  The kind of romantic where powerful waves crash high up on the rocks and the skies are a deep gray.  The kind of romantic where you take your shoes off and roll up your jeans to walk in the sand, even though it’s cold and you are wearing sweatshirts.  The kind of romantic where you write your names surrounded by a heart with a stick in the sand.  Is this the kind of romantic you meant, Jill?

Brian and I drove to the coast a few weeks ago after church. 

It was perfectly romantic!