When I was single, Id read a biography or two about couples so divinely placed together, it almost hurt to look at the brilliant light of their love. People all agreed: it was a love, precious and rare. One not for mere ordinary mortals.
Little girls may dream of a prince charming. Young idealistic ladies might dream of a knight in shining armor. Silly women daydream of true loves kiss.
But not me. I didnt dream. That would be ridiculous. Everyone knew I was practical.
I just wanted to be happy. I wanted peace in my life, and not drama. I wanted ordinary; days lined up so I knew what to expect from each one. No surprises. Practical. So much so, no one would ever believe I had any dreams at all.
But I did. Secretly. I would devour books with heroes who were larger than life. Heroes who protected at all cost. Heroes with unconditional love no matter what. Heroes who would never hurt.
I had dreams of what true love was really like. I had seen it. And granted, it really was precious and rare two people so finely tuned, so into one another, they were not like everyone else but I had seen it. I knew it existed. And I knew it couldn’t happen for me. But still, I secretly dreamed.
I would think how amazing that would be to experience a love so profound, it transcended everything that had gone on before. A love so real, it erased the past and there is only the two left. A love that knows the heart, inside and out. A love so all-encompassing, only the very best will do.
A love that makes you special to someone. And to know to KNOW they see the real you. understand you, like you, make you laugh – deep belly laughs, delighted grins, breathtaking giggles – and truly, truly love you.
A love so perfect, it is as if you found your other half. Something found that was meant to be. Something truly precious and rare. Such a big dream it was.
And then one day… it happened. Ms. Practical met Mr. Romance. True love’s kiss sealed and they truly do live happily ever after.
(And he makes the best ever fudge. Oh my.)
If ever there was a perfect song to express the love I have for my husband, this one, Time in a Bottle, comes close. There is a song line:
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
Baby, for our 17th Valentines Day together,
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you