One day there was a little girl. She was rather plain and ordinary and loved to read well into the night. She had a secret wish that one day Prince Charming would come into her life, sweep her off her feet and they would live happily ever after. In the same kingdom, lived a little boy. He was small for his age and very, very smart. He wished to have someone that he could explore life with. As they grew older, the little boy and little girl met in the hallowed halls of York University. There was a connection and slowly they started to seek each other out. It was an innocent time. And then fate intervened. They were both passengers in a car driven by a friend. It was a cold November day and the girl was frozen. The boy took her hand in his to warm her up. Something happened in that moment. Their hands fit and it felt right; they continued to hold hands throughout the car ride. Two weeks later, the boy told the girl that he would marry her. The girl was quizzical. Friendship blossomed into love and 18 months later, the boy got on his knee and asked the girl to marry him. She said yes. They were both still students.
Four years later, they welcomed a son into their lives. And two years after that, they were blessed with a daughter. The little boy and girl were now grown ups, with children of their own. They found jobs they loved to do and they laughed a lot. They spent time reading to their children and teaching them to play baseball. They brought out the best in each other. He grounded her and she was the fun factor in his life. He was serious and logical; she was instinctive and spontaneous. He introduced her to politics, sports and history. She brought reading, theatre and song to his life. Each contributed something special to the relationship and their world was constantly evolving. They took their vows seriously – to love each other through thick and thin and in sickness and in health. When life threw them curve balls, they found a way to deal with it together.
On a fateful February afternoon in 2012, the little girl, now a grown up, was told she had two cancers. This was the biggest hurdle they had to face yet. And they faced it together. It wasn’t easy. There were many tears, uncertainties and what-if’s. Somewhere, somehow, through this process, they fell in love with each other all over again as they grappled with the concept of borrowed time. And every night when they would go to bed, he would open his arms to her and she would snuggle right beside him.
It has been 32 years today since I married my Prince Charming. He is my “once in a lifetime”, my friend, my confidante and my partner. Happy Anniversary my love!