Kimberly lives in South Jersey, USA with her husband and three sons Matthew, Dylan and Kaleb. You can learn more about Kim by visiting her blog: About Kimberly
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Fairy Tale Life
by Kimberly of Mamas Monologues
Since I was a little girl I always had that dream. A perfect boyfriend. A perfect proposal. A perfect wedding. A perfect family. A perfect life.
It was my fairy tale. I would meet a man who would turn out to be my knight in shining armor. He would sweep me off my feet, treating me like a complete princess. He would devise the ultimate romantic proposal, leaving me in tears of complete happiness. I would wear that gorgeous ball gown, glide down the aisle and meet my prince at the altar. We would say our “I do’s” with all of our friends and family watching us, supporting us.
We would ride off into the sunset and begin our very own ‘happily ever after.’
Needless to say, it didn’t quite play out like that.
I went through high school where I struggled to find exactly where I fit. After graduation, when everyone else planned to go to college, I was planning on welcoming my first child into my life. As a single mom.
From there on out it was a bumpy road. The odds were against us from the start. Statistics were thrown in my face constantly showing me just how hard I was going to fall. Fail. And hinder the potential life that my child and I had.
But we stuck together. I wouldn’t let society push us down. When hurdles were thrown our way, I jumped higher in order to clear them.
A few years had passed and my dreams of my fairy tale wedding were slipping further and further out of my reach.
I was starting to lose hope, accepting that my dreams of finding that perfect man and starting that perfect life were just not possible. I resented this at first, completely angered that I wouldn’t have the chance to make my dreams come true. But over time, I started accepting it.
My son and I were happy, healthy, and loved by one another. Our life would be us, together, as a team.
And then one night, I decided, on a whim, to go out with a few friends.
And there he was. He approached me, making small talk at first. He spoke with a certain ease that made me feel relaxed with him. I was comfortable, and that was rare.
After that night we made plans to go to dinner. He laughed and was able to make me laugh. He was sweet, sincere, and caring. He was a gentleman, oozing politeness.
He had a certain way about him that made me know that I could trust him. He made me feel safe. Special. Loved.
We eased into a relationship since I was particularly cautious. But there was something about him that I knew was different.
He was The One. A perfect boyfriend.
One night we took a drive to the shore. We peacefully strolled down the boardwalk, hand in hand. We talked about life, our hopes, and our dreams. We were on the same path, with each other in our futures. We stopped at a gazebo and sat down on the bench. He nervously gave me the sweetest speech, showering me with love and adoration. He got down on one knee and asked me to spend the rest of his life with him as his wife.
A perfect proposal.
The following summer, I put on my perfect gown and glided down the aisle with ease, meeting the man of my dreams at the altar. Through tears, we exchanged vows and said our “I do’s” sealing it with the perfect kiss.
A perfect wedding.
We settled into our daily routine as husband and wife, welcoming three beautiful, healthy, happy children into our family. Our home is filled with love and laughter. Our adventures together are always fun. We support each other through thick and thin. Our nights are ended with hugs and kisses and “I love you’s.”
A perfect family.
We have bumps in our roads, but we pull through together, stronger. It wasn’t an easy path to get here, but our journey brought us together. We’re happy. We’re healthy. And we’re loved.
A perfect life.
My fairy tale life, come true.