So, I was recently re-vamping the look of this thing and I was looking through the design templates. I did take a webpage design course in college and so in theory I should be able to “customize” one. Sounds like I’m really into that stuff right? Not so much. What is not evident by the fact that I made a “B” in the class is that one of my class mates and I cried through the first project where we had to write code. Luckily for us there was a very nice guy who was willing to help us and was not terrified by the fact that we were sitting in the computer lab crying.
Come to think of it, maybe it wasn’t the first time that sorority girls cried over a project in the computer lab.
I digress… SO I decided to use one of the already made layouts for this blog. The theme for the layout was entitled “Ever After” which had not affect on my choosing it but it did make me think of my life and how – for many years – I maintained that my entire career ambition was to become a princess. I knew that were real princesses out there and I felt that with enough grit and determinitation (princess dresses and crowns) I could will myself to be one of those very princesses.
Today I am not, in fact, a princess. I am however happier than I ever imagianed (in general) and so the “Ever After” theme made me want to share why.
My Husband and I met when we were 4 years old. Our parents have stayed friends over the years and our friendship was one that fit like a glove. Of course I’m friends with them, I’ve known them forever. We both lived in different states for most of our lives but every time we got together we all just picked up and went on. That being said, my husband is literally the last person I ever expected to marry.
Ski trip circa 1991-ish
My last summer at The University of Alabama came with it’s stifling heat and it was time for me to move from my apartment to a house where I could have a dog (my sweet precious Emmie) as well as a 6 month lease. My mom and I were moving our stuff, so naturally we racked our brains to come up with anyone we knew with a truck and manly strength to help us. I called my friend Brian and she called her friend who brought her son along – bribing him with a trip to his mecca – TACO CASA <insert angelic tune>. I knew that this age old friend was coming and I thought, if he could only find a girl to fall in love with, that guy could take over the world. I thought about his attributes of being smart, cute – I guess, funny, etc. and I tried to think of all my single friends that I could match him up with. I came up with a few to have in the back of my mind and then after a day of packing I fell asleep. The next day we piddled around, my friend came and we went to get lunch then came back to our friends’ already loading up the truck. I didn’t take much notice of my now beloved husband, even going so far to explain our relationship to my friend as “he’s kindof like my cousin”. After many loads I was trying to pick up the heaviest moving dolly in the world to put in the back of the truck, I’m serious, it was made of lead or something, and this friend who to me still seemed like an 8 year shouting and rolling in mud old walked by, grabbed it, and tossed it into the back of the truck. I was shocked!
Anyway, this could become a really long story just to describe one day but the day led to a night of talking – our relationship was so platonic that our mothers got hotel rooms for themselves and left us to unpack and camp out at the new house – and our new relationship was born.
After a year of dating we became engaged and on July 11, 2009 (free slushie day for all of you 7/11 fans) we got married. So many things about my life I could have never planned that now seem so obviously wonderful. I could have never planned to marry the man I did but as my brother-in-law put it in his sweet toast at our rehearsal dinner, our life is a little like a fairy tale. I really did marry my boy next door, we live in a house with a white picket fence, and we couldn’t be happier.
That’s not to say that I always feel like I’m in a fairy tale. Sometimes when the house is a wreck, the children are clinging to my leg and I experiment with a recipe that was an epic fail I feel more like screaming than anything else but then I get a hug from my sweet husband, or a sloppy kiss from one of my little angels and I think, how could life be any better?
So it’s official. I don’t want to be a princess anymore. But it is true that “every once in a while, in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.”
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