Since it’s Valentine’s day tomorrow, and it was my husband’s thirtieth birthday yesterday, I want to tell you a story… (and if you don’t want to hear it, skip ahead to the end. I just feel like jabbering tonight).
Once upon a time,
there was a poor locksmith who sometimes bartered his services to others who could not afford to pay monetarily. On one occasion, a horseman locked his keys in his carriage and the poor locksmith opened the door on condition of a trade of riding lessons for his sons. Not wanting to miss seeing the horses prance and gallop, the locksmith’s freckled young daughter went along with her brothers to the pasture and was introduced to the not so handsome, awkward son of the horseman. Over the summer, the lad and the girl teased each other incessantly. He shot BBs at her that whizzed past her head. She poured ice water down his shirt. He locked her in the horse trailer. She called him names and hid his prized possessions.
Many years passed and the boy and girl continued to tease and taunt like a brother and his slightly older sister while sharing family gatherings during holidays. The locksmith and horseman became the best of friends. The two children grew. The girl developed into a woman, and went to serve in the King’s Army. The boy, younger than the girl, also grew. He grew muscles, and chest hair and a much more handsome face. Both kissed lots of frogs, trying to find their eternal love, the perfect person with whom to sing their love’s duet.
For many years, the boy and girl were passing ships. They lived their own adventures. But one fateful day, the stars aligned, and they were reunited. The girl, searching for her prince, at first didn’t notice the now peculiar boy, but the parents of the two had plans to get them to notice each other. The young man should be a gentleman and escort the lady to a far away land. How could she possibly travel alone over all those miles? This would not do! They must go to together!
He played with her young cousins. She thought that was cute. He took her to play in the lake. She liked his adventurous spirit. Her hair had a way of shining in the sunset. He thought that was romantic. She slathered aloe on his sunburned back and since then, he craved her touch, so he got her to cut his hair as well.
The horseman and his wife saw that these two would make a good match, so they continued to invite the girl to their home and push the two together. A marriage was arranged. The Bride was beautiful, as was her Prince Charming, and they rode off into the sunset in his trusty steed.
Far into the future they would be torn apart by the ravages of war, as the young man served dutifully as a Dirt Sailor in the King’s Royal Navy. But one day, he will return, and they will live
Happily Ever After.
Just a few more weeks and my Prince will be home. I can hardly wait. Until then, he’ll sit on my desktop. This one I made with Scraps By Andrea’s Our Love Story kit. And now that I type that story above, I think it needs scrapped.
↓↓ Spitting image of his dad ↓↓
I put together this cluster frame for you. Happy Valentine’s day! I hope you have your Happily Ever After. What’s YOUR Love Story?
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