i watched a special last night on william and kate, britain's royal couple. the lavish guest list, her speculated attire and all the lush, beautiful, things that will fill their newlywed life. i watched in awe, in admiration, and yes, with a tinge of jealousy.
then i looked at robert sitting next to me, and pablo sprawled out to my right, and i decided that this, this right here, is all it takes to make me happy, to create a feeling of contentment inside me so deep i believe it could sustain me all the days of my life. this blessing above all blessings, that of love.
and give me:
a deep kitchen sink by the window
warm flannel sheets in the winter and cool cotton ones in the summer
strong coffee with store-brand creamer
the first whisper of spring on my cheek
a great vintage steal
flowerpots on my front steps
the exhaustion of a good day's work
blue collars and white fences
over horse-drawn carriages, tiaras and mile-long veils any day.
and i wish them the best, a lifetime filled with love, and i actually believe in theirs. and if fairytales are what it takes to keep us striving, reaching, for that love, then thank God for them.
but sometimes, fairytales don't look like fairytales, and that's okay too. because sparkle will fade, but laughter, truth and happiness are always, always beautiful. and the best part? they aren't reserved for princesses.