Our kids told us something shocking. They don't think my husband and myself are still "in love." Sure, we love each other, but in love? They don't think so. We've been together 21 years, and our kids believe that the romantic stage of 'in love' just doesn't last forever. Being in love turns to just love, and that's okay with them.
I disagree. I still am giddy with anticipation, counting down the minutes till my husband gets home. I can see him across the room and become flushed with pride that this handsome guy is mine. There is that smile he has when he looks at me, and I know he thinks I am the most beautiful girl in the world. I'm still amazed that his hand was designed to hold mine.
I am so in love with my husband that being apart is brutal and sitting together is heaven. He can tell the same story over and over and I will pretend it's the first time I've ever heard it. He brings me flowers for no reason and I keep them until they dry (and then I'll save some petals in jar that has been saving petals for 21 years). I think he's funny and he thinks I'm funny and together we know how to laugh even during hardships.
I still get butterflies when I think of him.
If that's not being 'in love' than I don't want to know what is. I don't think I could survive much more intense romantic feelings than what I live with day to day!