It was last month when a friend posted on Facebook, "Fairy tales are full of it."
I couldn't keep silent. I am living, breathing proof that fairy tales do happen. I live in one. I married my soul mate. We have the most awesome son. Friends who have become family, and family I truly want to be friends with. I am the Cinderella who grew up in poverty (and as a kid, I felt like my parents were evil and the chores were unreasonable) and was transported into a life of comfort with my handsome prince.
Were there dragons? Of a metaphorical sense, yes. There were parents who didn't approve. Distance that nearly tore us asunder. PPD that made me the dragon, tearing into those I love best. There was the day-to-day cooking-cleaning-morning breath-irritate the shit out of each other-messy life. And really? That has been the biggest dragon.
And yet? All of my dreams have come true. I have everything I ever dreamed of, and it's better. Because it's real, and it's mine.
So, to my handsome prince, I love you. Five years of marriage. 13 years of togetherness, fighting the dragons of our world like the heroes of fable. Thank you for my fairy tale. I love you.