Lucky

When I was 13 years old I had memorized the "balcony" scene from Romeo and Juliet. By the time I was 18 I finished the complete works of Shakespeare. I am a romantic. I love the idea of soul mates and have believed in it my whole life. I believe in God. I believe in eternity. I believe in true love. I am going to sound scattered and write a handful of thoughts down, I promise I will connect them. Today I had the opportunity to see two movies. I took the kids to see Shrek, and was blessed to have an evening with wonderful friends and enjoyed Letters to Juliet. Shrek makes a deal with Rumpelstiltskin to give one day of his life up so that he can be a normal ogre for just one day. He is burnt out by being a husband, a dad, a friend and just longs for one day to be his old self again. Rumpelstiltskin tricks him into giving up the day he was born, thus erasing his existence forever, after his one day of "ogreness". The only way to break this curse is the partake in true love's kiss. He finds Fiona, as a feisty ogre warrior, and needs to convince her that she loves him. As the day is ending and he begins to disappear she realizes she loves him and tells him she is sorry. He looks at her and says, "don't be sorry, I got to fall in love with you all over again." In Letters to Juliet an old woman goes on the journey to find her true love, and succeeds, fifty years later. I have many friends going through their own trials. These particular friends are struggling through messy divorces due to disloyal husbands. Every single one of them has said to me "it is nothing like what you are going through though." I beg to differ. I believe in God. I believe in eternity. I believe in true love. I have a son who is ill. There is a possible outcome that his life on earth may end prematurely. I believe that I will be reunited with him again, if that be the case. I have a husband who believes in fidelity. He is loyal, he is honest, he is a hard worker. He carries me when I cannot walk and he supports me in all that I do. I am a lucky woman. I feel lucky that I do not have to search for my soul mate in fifty years. I feel lucky that I get to love, fight with, cook for, live for a husband who sticks by my side, even when I am difficult, even when I am crying, even when I am chubby. I am lucky. I have a husband who feels like his sole purpose in life is to support his family. I am lucky that I have a husband who apologizes for his mistakes. I am lucky that I have a husband who is loveable and personable, and has many friends. I was inspired by the message in Shrek. I feel lucky that I have a friendly marriage, that it is not too late to show my husband love. I am lucky that through this experience with Spencer, I have watched my Natey grow into an even more wonderful man. I am lucky that I have been able to fall in love with him all over again. I am lucky that I can be with him for eternity.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose Worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

–William Shakespeare (Sonnet 116)