My hair looks and feels better than it ever has in my life. At 40-something, I discovered my hair had waves and curls that were never there before. As an experiment, I let it grow; dreaming of my husband running his hands through my hair… Does he? No. Has he ever even commented on my hair in the 2 years it took me to grow it out? No. Will he? No.

I can think of little things that men in my life have done for me over the years, but only one really stands out as what I consider a truly romantic gesture. One man (who took me years to get over, btw) had many little behaviors that would make my list of romantic things, but I had one favorite that I loved most of all.

He would take my hand in his, palm up, and gently kiss my palm, then place my hand, palm down, over his heart, and hold it there. It melted me every time!

I’d give just about anything to have a moment like that again.