I am an unabashed sucker for love stories. A study of the books on my Kindle would reveal that I frequently read light romances. I can occasionally be found watching the Lifetime channel on TV. I also enjoy spending afternoons with my girlfriends watching chick flicks at the theater. I must give credit where credit is due, though, and confess that my husband will cheerfully go to see a chick flick with me. I suspect he just enjoys seeing movies and that it doesn’t really matter to him what he’s seeing, but that doesn’t make his willingness to join me at the theater any less special.
Chris and I were married in 1983. That means we’ve been married…um…28 years. We both come from a long line of people who have been married, well, forever. My parents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary this past June. Chris’s parents are devoted to each other in their 53rd year together. They were role models who showed us how marriage was supposed to work, which does not mean that they never argued or had rough times. They showed us how to work through problems, and not to lose sight of the fact that, no matter what, we love each other.
As a result, I firmly believe that happily-ever-after isn’t just the ending to a fairytale. Perhaps that’s why the recent discovery of a couple of old skeletons in Italy touched my heart. The long-dead pair has held hands since they were buried some 1500 years ago. They were also positioned so that they could continue to gaze into each other’s eyes throughout eternity.That’s the ultimate in happy endings. I could ask for nothing more.