Everyone wants that fairytale life. How do I know I hear about it and read about it. I can honestly say for the most part I live my fairytale dreams.
When I was little my parents would tell me to wish upon a star or lift my feet when crossing train tracks and make a wish. I would. My wish for a prince charming who would sweep me off my feet. That when I looked at him across a crowded room I would get butterflies in my stomach. That he would always be there no matter what.
I have found that. When I look at our life it has not always been the easiest road for us. We have had our fair share of struggles. We have had our fair share of fights and not sure if we can make it. We have. We have far surpassed what everyone thought we would love. We got married and were told by his mom and her husband they gave us a year tops before divorce. Here we are 8 years later still married.
We have made this fairytale life for ourselves. No it is not monetary life. We don’t have the money. So where is the fairytale you ask because they all have money and fancy castles. We have true love. We have when we look across a room nine years later we still get butterflies. That we know what each other is thinking and feeling without speaking. We can crawl into bed each night and laugh about the kids antics and memories we have created. That when times are hard, we pull together closer to know that we can make it.
I knew he was my prince charming when I could roll over in the morning with my hair looking like a bird nested in it the night before and he would smile and tell me I was beautiful. Every girl deserves that. Every girl deserves to know they are loved and they are appreciated. Though it took time to groom him into this charmer.
I will never forget the time I went on a cooking strike. I got so tired of hearing how I don’t make things like his momma. Well I don’t like my food over seasoned to the point my mouth hurts. I would rather taste and savor. Just me. I had spent all day on my grandmas sauce recipe and it was perfect. Authentic Italian Cuisine for him. He says “its not the way my mom would make it”. That was it I had, had it. I threw the pot of sauce on the floor turned and told him to cook for himself. As I cried in the bedroom. After a few weeks of fending for himself he got the point.
We have come to know how to push each other’s buttons and get the other one fired up. We know how far to push before we have a huge fight. We also know instinctively when that other person needs encouragement and hugs. To me this makes a fairytale. That it is a real fairytale and not this Disney fantasy we are fed. Though I do love the Disney stories. I just want my kids to know that you aren’t going to search for someone with the other glass slipper.
I hope you all have your Fairytale and you let your spouse or partner know how much they are appreciated. Mine is the part that grounds me and dreams big with me. We just equal each other out. Isn’t that what it’s all about. Being loved and appreciated for who you are and not what you are?
I know I have found my forever love….