Yeah, you knew it was happening. I mean, you’d have to live in cave not to know that I was anxiously awaiting the day when Brandon and I said “I do.” Let me tell you…. I couldn’t ask for a better husband.
Also, fairy tales have it all wrong.
Think about it. Fairy tales always have a “damsel in distress” who gets rescued by a knight or a prince from a dragon/witch/curse/something surreal. And I don’t know about you, but as a single young lady, yes I dreamed of meeting a prince, but I wasn’t trapped, locked away, bewitched, bewildered, or whatever happens in fairytales. Our life together started out as friends… and now we are married!
I wrote a post about Ever After a while back, realizing the flaw of fantasy, romantic movies, what have you, and basically, my main complaint was there was a guy, a best friend, right beside Danielle and she never even thought of him that way, but he would’ve been better suited for her than the silly prince. Her friend knew her, the prince lusted after her… (more or less.)
Anyways, I’m glad my “fairytale wedding” was more than just a fairy tale. It was a down-to-earth, genuine, West Texas royal wedding.
Even though I don’t think of myself as a princess, I know Brandon does. I love that. I love that he comes home with a random find and gives me that adorable little boy look. I love that we laugh together often, even if it means staying up beyond our bedtime. We’re friends, first and foremost, committed to serving the other. And I think that is what all fairytales miss. Brandon may not realize it, but he’s a prince. More importantly, he’s my prince. And yeah, I’m gonna keep it that way.
this has been your random blog update… tune in next time to hear… “Everybody’s got a baby Kangaroo!”