I was browsing through my documents today and I found this lovely little number.
Once upon a million years ago, okay 10 months or so, I had a little blog on WP. It just didn’t work for me. But, it was titled After The I Do’s. Someone asked me why. I thought I would share, and it is totally relevant because this blog is housed at ‘A Southern Fairytale’.
Why I named this After The I Do’s. Well it’s a good question, here’s the answer.
In a fairy tale; the wedding, the I Do’s is always where it ends.. at happily ever after. Well, in my opinion, the “I Do’s” is not the ending, but merely the beginning of the amazing journey, the happily and medioc”rily” every after. ( yeah it’s a me word, deal with it)
Is it always a fairytale… hell no. But it’s sure never boring.
I had a great life before, but it really began…. After the I Do’s.
The I Do’s gave me depth and dimension.
He was already mine, so to speak. We were practically married as we were living in sin and all.. but we weren’t married and that’s the point. The I Do’s bonded us. We pledged before friends, family and God to be forever, to support each other, to be the sounding board, the supporter, the lover, the best friend. It’s a serious thing and at the same time the coolest trip you’ll ever take. I always said, “It’s just a piece of paper.” But come on, I was raised on these fairy tales and who was I kidding? Exactly.. nobody. But, little did I know just exactly how much “the I Do’s” really meant and what they would mean. They changed nothing and everything all at the same time.
My trip has been going on for nearly seven years now and I’m not an expert.
We argue.. we laugh.. we produced two amazingly beautiful and so far, funny kids. We laugh, we pout, we ignore.. but most of all we communicate.. we talk.. we laugh.. we share.
This is where the fairytales always end with the veil and the tux and the horse drawn pumpkin carriage.
I got my Prince Charming and I thank God every day that he didn’t let me screw it up, he rescued me, not from a fire breathing dragon… but from myself. (Thanks honey)
In a fairytale the kiss always saves the princess… well in this fairynotsomuch tale… the kiss gets the princess’ attention.. but the heart and the humor that is what sealed the deal.
That’s why it’s named:
aftertheidos A Southern Fairytle, because the beginning of my life was at the end of the I Do’s.