I was married the first time for 29 years, until he died at the age of 56, and I know how we kept it alivein a way that is good to pass on.
Saturdays were sacred.We never once just had tea and watched television. When the children were small, we'd feed them, put them to bed and then shower and get ready as though going on a date.I would either cook something special or we'd have a takeaway.It was always romantic, and we always talked properly, not just as parents and busy people. people I've talked to have said theywish they had taken the time to do it. We always made Saturday nghts special, as the years went on, even when the children grew up and left home.