Because that’s just what princesses do.
What I didn’t know was that my prince charming would come in a slightly different package than the one Disney had allowed me to envision.
He’s still tallish, dark, and handsome in-a-non-Disney-sorta-way.
But, there are so many other things about my prince and my happy ending that I didn’t plan for.
Like that I would gain 60 pounds and he would still fit in the bed with me.
Or that we would be the parents to three sons and I would be okay with not ever being mommy to a girly princess to make into my mini me (okay, so I’m not 100% okay with this, but I’m working on it).
Even though my life has not gone down the exact path my hours spent playing M.A.S.H predicted it would (it always said I’d wind up with a mansion and six kids, I’m willing to sacrifice the mansion for a promise from the M.A.S.H gods that the six kids thing isn’t gonna happen), I know that it’s perfect.
Not we-don’t-have-any-problems-ever-because-we-are-that-awesome perfect; just I-can’t-ask-for-anything-more-since-Justin-Timberlake-is-already-sorta-taken perfect.
But, even if you’re not seeing the world through sleep deprived eyes that cloud your ability to decipher reality, I’ve learned that more than anything it’s about perception.
And, if you change it just a little, maybe
the gargoyle you married will be the prince charming you imagined too you will be able to love your prince because of his shortcomings and not just in spite of them.
Personally, I’ve found that looking at things this way allows me to not only accept some of the things about him that
suck could use improvement, but to also do the same for myself.
It’s like my own little get out of jail free card!
You know, like every time I spend my afternoon eating cupcakes in my garage instead of thawing out dinner and mopping the kitchen floor, I give myself a pass because I know that later he’ll be in his man cave playing the PS3 instead of
putting the bloody Christmas decorations back in the attic already something responsible and mundane that he’s been avoiding for weeks.
To me, that’s what makes a marriage so special (well, aside from the bedroom fun parts, and always having someone to ignore Valentine’s Day with); you can be certain that the other person is going to accept you and forgive you and probably even support you
even if you are eating yourself into a sugary food coma in the garage in pretty much everything you do. And, I’m not just talking about the awesome stuff that’s easy to support, but the everyday boring type stuff that most people don’t care about.
It’s having someone to share those daily things with. To me it’s what makes those daily things, the ones you can’t get away from no matter how hard you try worth it. Even when that weird little sound he makes when he’s gargling his mouthwash makes you want to kidney punch him in his sleep. At least you know you’re not alone and, if you’re lucky, you maybe never will be.
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