Monday, February 27, 2012

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time in land far away, lived a beautiful princess…..
February 26th was National Fairy tale Day. While my life is nothing like I thought it was going to be and certainly not the Fairy Tale I had imagined it is indeed has become my grown up version of a fairy tale.  Sure my kids don’t always behave, I have a messy house, and my husband I have an occasional argument (or two or three). I’m not sure I can remember the last time I got more than 5 to 6 hours of sleep at night. I have bags under my eyes, most of my wardrobe has been purchased from the Salvation Army, and I have more things to do than hours in the day.
What I do have, has far exceeded every expectation that I ever had for myself.   Instead of Knight in Shining Armor, I have Garry. Garry bickers with me and picks on me but he also loves me unconditionally – even when Crazy Cathe comes out he is still always there.  He (as corny as it sounds) is my rock and my version of prince charming.  He's also nothing like who I had pictured I was going to marry - instead he is a million times better.
My babies are independent, free thinkers. (This is code word for stubborn and stubborn). They are adorable and love to have fun. They are a constant reminder of what life is and should be about. While they are not perfect, they are my God given blessings and I wouldn't change a thing about them.  They are my treasures.
My castle is not quite what I envisioned.  I always thought I would live in more of a mansion instead of a split level ranch.  I’m envious of whirlpool bathtubs and walk in closets. I long for the days of big bay windows, an eloquently landscaped yard, and an in ground swimming pool.  We don't have any of that but our home is filled with love, lots and lots of love. 
So, while my I've never lost a glass slipper, lived with seven short people,  or swam under the ocean as a mermaid, I have helped to build a pretty charmed life.  If you told me 20 years ago that my fairy tale would consist of a gorgeous Sunday afternoon of haircuts, shakes, and playing outside I would have told you that was crazy.  Now that I'm living it, I have to tell you:  it's pretty awesome.
Brayden got his first official haircut!  (Daddy had been cutting it.)
We played in the park!

We had Shamrock Shakes (and mommy had a frappe)!

We dressed up in costumes and played pretend!

We watched the Oscars and in honor of movies big night, I dug out the Oscar that my hubby
bought me from the Hollywood Wax Museum - "Best Girlfriend" -  circa 2005.

"Life itself is the most wonderful fairytale of all."
 – Hans Christian Andersen

1 comment:

  1. Did you cry? I cried at both kids' first haircuts. LOL For Kaitlyn it meant she was getting big and leaving the baby stage. That was tough since she was first born. With Connor it meant saying goodbye to his adorable blonde baby curls (which, sadly, I haven't seen since). In the long-run that was a good thing though because strangers suddenly stopped asking me how old "she" was. Haha