Magic

He is magical. I am magical. We are magic together.  That is the thing that matters. It’s not the big fancy house, the fast sports car, the thousands of dollars in the bank account: it’s the magic. Alone we are fantastic individuals, and when we come together we are so much more. The happiness that beams from our faces, the sparkle in our eyes, and the love in our hearts. That’s it. That’s what I have waited for all these years. That is what I have fought so hard to find. That is for what I have been preparing my heart and my life. That is what my ultimate destiny has always been.

When I witness other love relationships is when I really see the magic he and I share. I’ve seen it before between others a time or two, and luckily for me it was the first example of a love relationship to which I have ever been exposed.  My parents still have that magic. Shoot, they may even be more magical now than they were thirty years ago. In fact, there have been quite a few times when I’ve (unfortunately) felt somewhat set up for disaster because their love is so great and true. How could I ever reach the perfect, once in a lifetime love that my parents found? It couldn’t be the “norm,” and my experiences and the other examples I have seen have proven that is not the “norm.” Now that I have found that kind of love myself, I am thankful that was the example I had to follow. My heart would have never been 100% happy with anything less. And, yes, it is easy to say that now. 

I am so thankful to God for making me be extremely patient in my life’s journey. I am thankful that He has always loved me and strengthened me to be ready for a godly man. I am thankful for the lessons I needed to learn and the heartache and healing my heart had to go through to fully appreciate everything that I have in my life at this moment. I am so thankful to my parents whose magical example taught me what true love is all about and how a partnership can and does work in a loving environment.  I am thankful to my mother for teaching me to respect and love myself first and foremost and then how to give the same amount of love to only a man who is worthy. I am thankful to my father who is the first man to love me. I am thankful that he taught me how a man should love a woman and to never accept anything less. I am thankful to them both for loving each other and allowing the three of us to witness that love still to this day.  And, I am thankful to the man who accepts and appreciates the love I have to give him each day and gives all of his heart and love to me in return. I am thankful for this day and every day that may come that we are the love and the magic that we share together. After all, that is the thing that matters.