My little brother stood flexing in the mirror as I ran past him. I jumped over backpacks on the floor and hurdled over a coffee table to get to the back door. I tried never to miss a night wishing on my star. Sometimes a star would appear before the darkness fell. I had to wish on the first star. Only that star had the magic. Only that star could capture the wish I sent. I seen it as soon as the back door slammed behind me. I hurried and spoke the words to the star as I had every night for years at that point.
Star light Star Bright first star I see tonight. I wish a may I wish I might have this wish I wish tonight.
I wish for a husband and family that will love me forever. I wish for true love...one love..that will meet me in our after lives. I wanted to be loved so bad. Love was not something I felt very often. The example of love I witnessed with my parents, I knew was not love. Love was what I seen in my grandparents. Everlasting love. I wanted my husband to love me, the way I seen my grandfather love my grandmother. I just knew that it had to feel magical.
That little naive girl I was, eventually quit wishing every night on that star. I still sent my wish if I happened to see it. I did not run to meet the stars anymore like I once did. As I got older I went through some terrible times. My adult life seemed to shadow my childhood. Happiness was something I felt when I visited my grandparents, it seemed to stay there on that land with them. I longed for love and happiness. I found my first real love in my daughter, my son soon followed. Their father was abusive and someone I wish I could forget. I still did not know what love from a man felt like. I always felt cheated. I always felt I wasn't good enough to have love. I remember cursing my younger self for believing in such fairy tales. True love did not exsit.. or I surely would have felt it by the age of 22.
I buried my son on a cold October day, he was 3 months old. My beautiful grandmother died the day I buried him. My life and the life of my daughter changed forever. I watched my grandfather say goodbye to the love of his life of 58 years. Then I watched myself go crazy over the loss of my son. Grief has a way of taking control of ones mind, body and spirit. Some how I pulled myself out of it. After I seen the clouds form the most beautiful mansion with a forest and water fall and river. I witnessed magic in my dispair. I let myself have a boyfriend again.
It was not love. It was convience. But he wasn't cruel to me. He wasn't abusive. He didnt do drugs. He also didnt love me. 2 months went by like this. My friends took me out to a club to cheer me up.
Everyone was having such a good time. They were all dancing and singing and laughing on the dance floor. I sat at the table watching them. I was trying to get the words right in my head to say to the man at my house..that it was time for him to go.
As I sat watching my friends dance, the door opened. First I seen light.. then I seen his figure. The door closed and he was looking right at me. He saw me and I saw him. Our eyes met. He walked in..his eyes never left mine..he walked to the bar..his eyes never left mine. He walked around the bar..his eyes never left mine. He came and sat at the table in front of me..we smiled at eachother. He kept turning around and smiling at me. He had the most eluring smile. His whole face smiled.. his eyes..his ears..his long hair. Gitty was the overwhelming feeling my body was feeling at this point. I was feeling like a young girl that finally got her crush to notice her. He was so handsome. He was Tall. He had long hair. He had so much confidence.
I asked my friend to go and find out if he was single..he ended up bringing him over to our table. He was not supposed to do that..but we were now being introduced to eachother. Instantly we connected. He smelled so good. He was clean. I got the impression that he respected himself. And that was cool. He was cool. His Aura was cool. Our names even had some commenality. My last name was his nickname. We talked and laughed like we were old buddies. We did alot of smiling at eachother. Smiling at eachothers souls. We both felt a sexual attraction that we had with no other. I was in a dream. He was genuine. He was sincere. He was honest and truthful. I could tell all of this in the short time we visited. I just knew.
He looked at me with his big brown eyes, like I was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. He told me how beautiful I was until I asked him to stop. All characteristics of the man of my dreams that I had written in a letter to God..describing my husband. Time flew by and it was time to go. He took my number and we said our goodbyes. I thought I would never see him again, because we lived 2 hours from eachother. And awesome things like love at first sight with a gorgeous man just didn't happen to me... so I thought I could not stop thinking of him. He called the next day. He asked me if the "boyfriend" was gone yet? And yes.. he was packing and leaving that day.
Our first date was at the State Fair that next weekend. We fell completly in love on that date. It was mutual and beautiful. He was so sweet and catered to me like I was a princess. He made me feel so beautiful. We laid under the moon and stars and talked all night until the sun came up. It was so fast the love we were feeling. Neither one of us had felt this way before. He told everyone it was love at first sight..across a crowded room. And it was. I was so happy. I knew this was the love I wished for. He loved my daughter like she was his own. My Mom and family loved him immediatly. We moved in together and within 2 months I was pregnant. The day he met my mom..he told her he wanted to marry me. 4 years later..we did just that.
There are 5 of us in our little family. We worked our way up to everything we wanted. We still have the list we made of things we wanted out of our first year. We sat at the dinner table every evening for dinner. We danced in the kitchen and sang every song from the 80's that we loved. We have memories of trips and adventures. We have stacks of photo albums of all the love we have shared with family and friends. We have picked eachother up and we have laid eachother down. We have cried tears of joy and sorrow. So many things have changed through the years. Some things have stayed the same. People have come and gone out of our lives.
We still hear very often..how lucky we are to have the love we have. We get called an inspiration so much..that I have asked people not to say that anymore..out of fear it'll be taken away from me. A friend of ours that we use to work with and we haven't seen in a while. Stopped us in the middle of a pool game, called attention from every stanger in the room to tell them all that we were Love. And that everyone should take notice what it looks like because God joined us. I felt that. I felt it before when he professed his love during a firework show and all we could do was stare into eachothers eyes. I felt that..when we were moon gazing and clouds formed a heart around the moon before our very eyes. I felt that..when I was dying from sepsis and he carried my uncounsious body to the car to rush me to the hospital. I felt that..when my best friend died tragically with her baby.. and he laid on the floor with me and cried. I felt that..when my daughter wanted to call him daddy and I said no. He grabbed her little 3 year old hands and asked her "Do you want me to be your daddy?" she said yes. And he told her I am your daddy forever baby girl. And he has never left her side. He taught her to read and ride her bike. I felt that when our own little girl was choking and he saved her life. I felt that when he took presents to my sons graveside and would just sit with me while I wept. I still feel it when he walks through the door from work and we smile at eachother and kiss like it's our first kiss. We still dance in the kitchen.. We still turn up the radio and sing those 80's songs to each other we love so much. He is still my wish come true.
24 years now I have loved this man. We raised our beautiful loving family. We have had our up and downs..but his love is true..just like mine. My grandfather loved him. My grandmother would have loved him. We now have a granddaughter that we both love more than we could ever say. We are GiGi and Pop Pop now. And we want to show her what True Love looks like. I want her to know that my wish came true. And hers can to. No matter how dark my days were before him. Because of him and the family we have been blessed with I know what a fairy tale love feels like because my wish came true.
Star light Star Bright first star I see tonight. I wish a may I wish I might have this wish I wish tonight.
I wish for a husband and family that will love me forever. I wish for true love...one love..that will meet me in our after lives. I wanted to be loved so bad. Love was not something I felt very often. The example of love I witnessed with my parents, I knew was not love. Love was what I seen in my grandparents. Everlasting love. I wanted my husband to love me, the way I seen my grandfather love my grandmother. I just knew that it had to feel magical.
That little naive girl I was, eventually quit wishing every night on that star. I still sent my wish if I happened to see it. I did not run to meet the stars anymore like I once did. As I got older I went through some terrible times. My adult life seemed to shadow my childhood. Happiness was something I felt when I visited my grandparents, it seemed to stay there on that land with them. I longed for love and happiness. I found my first real love in my daughter, my son soon followed. Their father was abusive and someone I wish I could forget. I still did not know what love from a man felt like. I always felt cheated. I always felt I wasn't good enough to have love. I remember cursing my younger self for believing in such fairy tales. True love did not exsit.. or I surely would have felt it by the age of 22.
I buried my son on a cold October day, he was 3 months old. My beautiful grandmother died the day I buried him. My life and the life of my daughter changed forever. I watched my grandfather say goodbye to the love of his life of 58 years. Then I watched myself go crazy over the loss of my son. Grief has a way of taking control of ones mind, body and spirit. Some how I pulled myself out of it. After I seen the clouds form the most beautiful mansion with a forest and water fall and river. I witnessed magic in my dispair. I let myself have a boyfriend again.
It was not love. It was convience. But he wasn't cruel to me. He wasn't abusive. He didnt do drugs. He also didnt love me. 2 months went by like this. My friends took me out to a club to cheer me up.
Everyone was having such a good time. They were all dancing and singing and laughing on the dance floor. I sat at the table watching them. I was trying to get the words right in my head to say to the man at my house..that it was time for him to go.
As I sat watching my friends dance, the door opened. First I seen light.. then I seen his figure. The door closed and he was looking right at me. He saw me and I saw him. Our eyes met. He walked in..his eyes never left mine..he walked to the bar..his eyes never left mine. He walked around the bar..his eyes never left mine. He came and sat at the table in front of me..we smiled at eachother. He kept turning around and smiling at me. He had the most eluring smile. His whole face smiled.. his eyes..his ears..his long hair. Gitty was the overwhelming feeling my body was feeling at this point. I was feeling like a young girl that finally got her crush to notice her. He was so handsome. He was Tall. He had long hair. He had so much confidence.
I asked my friend to go and find out if he was single..he ended up bringing him over to our table. He was not supposed to do that..but we were now being introduced to eachother. Instantly we connected. He smelled so good. He was clean. I got the impression that he respected himself. And that was cool. He was cool. His Aura was cool. Our names even had some commenality. My last name was his nickname. We talked and laughed like we were old buddies. We did alot of smiling at eachother. Smiling at eachothers souls. We both felt a sexual attraction that we had with no other. I was in a dream. He was genuine. He was sincere. He was honest and truthful. I could tell all of this in the short time we visited. I just knew.
He looked at me with his big brown eyes, like I was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. He told me how beautiful I was until I asked him to stop. All characteristics of the man of my dreams that I had written in a letter to God..describing my husband. Time flew by and it was time to go. He took my number and we said our goodbyes. I thought I would never see him again, because we lived 2 hours from eachother. And awesome things like love at first sight with a gorgeous man just didn't happen to me... so I thought I could not stop thinking of him. He called the next day. He asked me if the "boyfriend" was gone yet? And yes.. he was packing and leaving that day.
Our first date was at the State Fair that next weekend. We fell completly in love on that date. It was mutual and beautiful. He was so sweet and catered to me like I was a princess. He made me feel so beautiful. We laid under the moon and stars and talked all night until the sun came up. It was so fast the love we were feeling. Neither one of us had felt this way before. He told everyone it was love at first sight..across a crowded room. And it was. I was so happy. I knew this was the love I wished for. He loved my daughter like she was his own. My Mom and family loved him immediatly. We moved in together and within 2 months I was pregnant. The day he met my mom..he told her he wanted to marry me. 4 years later..we did just that.
There are 5 of us in our little family. We worked our way up to everything we wanted. We still have the list we made of things we wanted out of our first year. We sat at the dinner table every evening for dinner. We danced in the kitchen and sang every song from the 80's that we loved. We have memories of trips and adventures. We have stacks of photo albums of all the love we have shared with family and friends. We have picked eachother up and we have laid eachother down. We have cried tears of joy and sorrow. So many things have changed through the years. Some things have stayed the same. People have come and gone out of our lives.
We still hear very often..how lucky we are to have the love we have. We get called an inspiration so much..that I have asked people not to say that anymore..out of fear it'll be taken away from me. A friend of ours that we use to work with and we haven't seen in a while. Stopped us in the middle of a pool game, called attention from every stanger in the room to tell them all that we were Love. And that everyone should take notice what it looks like because God joined us. I felt that. I felt it before when he professed his love during a firework show and all we could do was stare into eachothers eyes. I felt that..when we were moon gazing and clouds formed a heart around the moon before our very eyes. I felt that..when I was dying from sepsis and he carried my uncounsious body to the car to rush me to the hospital. I felt that..when my best friend died tragically with her baby.. and he laid on the floor with me and cried. I felt that..when my daughter wanted to call him daddy and I said no. He grabbed her little 3 year old hands and asked her "Do you want me to be your daddy?" she said yes. And he told her I am your daddy forever baby girl. And he has never left her side. He taught her to read and ride her bike. I felt that when our own little girl was choking and he saved her life. I felt that when he took presents to my sons graveside and would just sit with me while I wept. I still feel it when he walks through the door from work and we smile at eachother and kiss like it's our first kiss. We still dance in the kitchen.. We still turn up the radio and sing those 80's songs to each other we love so much. He is still my wish come true.
24 years now I have loved this man. We raised our beautiful loving family. We have had our up and downs..but his love is true..just like mine. My grandfather loved him. My grandmother would have loved him. We now have a granddaughter that we both love more than we could ever say. We are GiGi and Pop Pop now. And we want to show her what True Love looks like. I want her to know that my wish came true. And hers can to. No matter how dark my days were before him. Because of him and the family we have been blessed with I know what a fairy tale love feels like because my wish came true.
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