What defines romance?

What defines romance? I used to think that unexpected flowers and cards given on a non-holiday was romantic...my how my thinking has changed. How I longed to be married to a man that would come home from work hiding a bouquet of fresh daisies (my fav) and sweep me off my feet. Never happened. Oh, he gets me flowers for our anniversary, my birthday, Mother's Day...but every time he comes home with a new bunch...well they have gotten smaller and smaller and have even gotten dyed in some awful rainbow colors with glitter!! LOL I've suggested breakfast in bed....he counters that I don't eat breakfast (a cup of coffee counts in my book as breakfast) I've suggested sharing a bottle of champagne with fresh strawberries...he tells me he doesn't like strawberries (didn't I just see him eating some out of the fridge? Yep) Romantic dinners are out because no one will babysit....and even though we've tried at home "date nights" we still get bombarded with "mommy I need water....daddy tell me a story" AM I doomed to live a life without romance?Probably not. Sure, I'm not married to Cary Grant who would give up a life of luxury to live in poverty with me...but then again he had people writing for him. BUT, I am married to a man saw Superman & Supergirl key chains and bought them for each of us. Sure, he can't carry a tune, so serenading me with a love song is out....but he's braved Simon Cowell's insults of cats dying in order to sing American Idol with me. He sends me stupid text messages saying "as you wish me love" whenever I ask him to do something.My husband will never write me poetry...BUT he tells our daughter stories about Princess Jayden and Baby Dragon Cody every night with different plots etc and will even make up new characters. He tears up whenever we watch She's Having A Baby (not because we're ALWAYS having a baby...but the scene when he gets kicked out of the delivery room because there's something wrong with his wife in labor) And he changes the "Holy crap WHAT did you EAT?!?" diapers without complaining...and only sometimes insisting on doing Rock, Paper, Scissors to see if he can actually win one (and he takes his loss in stride - MOST times). No, I'm not married to the most romantic guy in the world...am I happy about that? Heck Yeah. I can't see Cary Grant changing diapers and chasing me around the kitchen wielding a toy rubber snake trying to pop me on my butt with it - and who thinks that Clark Gable would opt for a carpet picnic with 4 loud kids and watching Finding Nemo instead of a candle light dinner? I guess it's ultimately up to the person to define what they think is romantic....and for me I traded in romance for a sappy dork who cracks me up. Maybe that's why Hollywood marriages don't work. They get so caught up in movie romance that they don't take the time for some simple fun? Who knows?