Paris was very quiet earlier today which of course always unnerves me because this child is anything but quiet. So when I went to check, I found her watching a cooking show with pencil and paper in hand. She was multi-tasking because she decided to write the following the story:
Once upon a time there was a princses and a knite and the knite liked the princses and the knite’s name was Max and the princses’s name was Ashley and one day she walked out of the castel then he made his move. He asked her on a date and she said of corse. And they had breakfast and then asked her to a secend date then had lunch and then he asked her on a third date and they had dinner and the next day he asked her to Mary him and she said of course. she said i have to ask my father first he said apsolutley yes and they got maried and had two kids named Joe and Roselena and lived happely ever after the END.
So freggin cute!
So my question is 1) Why did she write this story and 2) Why did she decide to write this story right now? Maybe it’s because of her new little friend who is really into fairy tales or maybe it’s God’s way of telling me to hop on the ball and get married already for crying out loud. I’ve been engaged twice. The first time I dated someone for almost 7 years from 17-24. I was over it after 3 but I just couldn’t find the courage to leave because I didn’t want to break his heart. He proposed in our apartment. I knew he was going to do it that day because he told me earlier in the day, “Be hungry later.” Don’t know how that tipped me off but it did and all I could think was nooooooooooooo. The day I put down the $1k deposit on the Princess Resort in Pacific Beach where we were to be married I was sick to my stomach. Foretelling. The second was to Paris’s father who proposed 3 days before I had her. He wanted to propose while I was on the table pushing out Paris but his mom helped him to see that that would not have been as romantic as he thought it would be.
Funny thing is the day he proposed, we were at his mom’s house. He came up to me with a very endearing look in his eyes and I thought, “What’s going on with this boy?” Then he escorted me to the backyard where there was a lovely arbor with flowers all over it. He bent down on one knee and asked, “Could you see yourself spending the rest of your life with me?” I said, “I can’t see myself with anyone else.” Romantic right? All the while, his mom’s dog is taking a big dump right next to us. Foretelling. Anyways, I could never shake the feeling that it was a obligation proposal and don’t think I ever would have felt right about it had we went through with the marriage.
I’m one of those silly girls that wants the sky writing saying WILL YOU MARRY ME! I want the proposal to be broadcast on the big screen at a Chargers game. I want to proposed to while butterflies are flying over my head and rose petals are being thrown at my feet. Anything but in an apartment and in the backyard of his moms house with animal feces being expelled. Too much to ask for?
As much of the idea of marriage sounds really wonderful, there is a lot that scares me about it. I rarely meet a couple that is happy to be married. However, I have been praying for God to please put people in my life who do have a happy marriage and I’ve been seeing it. This gives me hope that it is possible to have a happy marriage. I know this sounds like a dude but I want to be able to be in a marriage where I can also have my freedom too. Meaning, I don’t want to be spending every waking moment with my guy. I had that with my first almost married relationships and I eventually grew to resent it. Then the second almost married relationship was the exact opposite where he was never around. So I guess I’m waiting to find the one who brings the balance. Let’s me have my freedom but is still there whenever I want him and need him. Does that exist?
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