I am a romantic at heart. I love fairy tales and happy endings (I write romance). 37 years ago I met this guy, and my life has never been the same since. He was much like me. We laughed, we fell in love, we got married, had kids. And then together, we found out that fairy tales only tell half the story. They tell nothing about what happens after the door closes behind the last wedding guest. They don’t tell about the financial struggles, the compromises, the battles of the wills. My husband and I had to learn all that on our own. We learned that romance in a marriage doesn’t only mean diamante bracelets beneath your pillow, fancy restaurant dinners, and huge bouquets of flowers. Romance in a marriage means picking each other up, wiping each other’s tears, being the rock when the other turns into quicksand. It turns out our lives are not fairy tales. They are better. The tests and trials made us strong. Real.
Thank you for quieting my fears, for being my biggest cheerleader, and of course, for standing your ground when you knew I was wrong.
Happy Anniversary! I love you, now and always!