The simple, beautiful truth is that I do live a fairytale.
And like so many fairytale stories, mine includes a handsome prince.
Giving me what I want
I wanted a romantic lover who would cherish me and bring flowers to brighten all of my days.
You gave me a garden filled with them.
You gave me our little girl and little boy.
I wanted to experience the feeling of being constantly surrounded by the sights, sounds and smells of the natural world and its wild wonders, yet still fall asleep filled with gratitude for life’s true and simple pleasures, while lying safe in your strong arms.
You gave me a magical, heavenly home in the middle of a glorious vineyard.
I wanted someone who deeply understood me in all of my insane moments, who wasn’t at all like me, and would look hard enough, with an unconditionally loving heart, to find that there was a bit of something sweet and worthy in the experience of really knowing me.
You gave a perfect kind of marriage, intelligent and soulfully driven partnership to me, fourteen years ago, on this day.
I have everything I have ever wanted and if we, together, are blessed with more days that turn into our seasons, side by side, then I know you will continue to give me all that I will ever want because you gave me you.
Shellie Croft spent a year sharing her American dream stories on 8 Women Dream. You can now find these stories on her blog Shellie’s Consumption.