Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Wishing You a Faerie Happy Valentine's Day!
Once upon a time there was a Young Man who was minding his own business, living his own life, when suddenly he heard a Voice.
He looked up to see a Young Lady singing. Her Beautiful Face and her Melodic Voice captured his attention and he forgot all else, nudging his fellow companion and asking, “Who is that Girl?”
As the days passed, they quickly turned into years. The young man, though clearly spreading his affections far and wide, never lost sight of this Unapproachable Lass. She continued to flit in and out of his mind, his thoughts, and actually his personal space, apparently not even knowing that he existed!
One day, as he sat in a pew attending a wedding, he turned in his seat to watch the bridesmaids saunter down the aisle in their pastel gowns, holding parasols. His world literally spun into slow motion, for coming straight down that aisle towards him was The One He’d Heard so long ago. Everything faded into the background. All he saw was Her.
The days continued to pass, and not so very quickly.
Finally, getting up the courage to grab The Fair One’s attention, the Young Adventurer stood in line. Well, he had to. She was flipping burgers at an outdoor gathering. He told himself that if the crowd vanished as he approached her, he’d say it.
Wouldn’t you know that not one single soul was in the courtyard as the Tentative Young Lad stood right before the Vision Who Was Flipping Burgers? He looked all around and could not believe his eyes. They had all vanished.
It had to be Magic.
So as she stared at him, waiting for his order, he cleared his voice and said, “I made a decision today.”
She looked him straight in the eye and said, “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
He very boldly said, “I decided to Marry You.”
With that, the Vivacious Femme Fetale threw back her head and laughed wholeheartedly. It was the laugh that he had grown to love from afar, which he could, for it was very, very loud!
Instantly she said, “Well, just keep believing.”
And apparently He did. For the next time he saw Her walking down an aisle in a long gown, it was to Him and Him Alone.
The Young Lass who had flitted in and out of his mind and thoughts had captured his heart and soul for life. And The Persistant Young Man, with his unwavering showers of affection, won her heart, her soul, and her very loud laugh, for ever and ever.
(And that is A Flourished Tale about how I met my husband 32 years ago. Happy Valentine's! I Love You!)