Romeo and Juliet. Cinderella and her Prince. Lady Guinevere and Sir Lancelot. Tony and Maria. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett.
There is something undeniably magical in the telling of a love story. Even the staunchest of hard-hearted cynics must have a corner of their heart left open to the possibility of a happily ever after. It is invariably hard to refute the magnetism that draws us to the tender sweetness of a love story.
I am lost for a good love story. I have shed many tears in darkened theaters for the pining of a heartsick hero or heroine and probably more on my couch wrapped in the pages of a good book. I have always been this way. When the other girls in kindergarden were talking about dolls and the color pink, I was dreaming about getting married. Try as I might, I can’t help myself. It’s literally in my blood.
For all of the love stories I have internalized through the years, I have learned something incredibly important. Sometimes the best love stories are the ones we write ourselves. Happily ever after is so much more brilliant when you are half of the story.
Because Mike and I are celebrating a milestone year in our relationship and because Valentine’s Day is right around the corner, next week I’m going to share a part of our love story.
Friday, I’d like to invite you to share part of yours.
February 10, I will be hosting my first link party and want to invite you to link up your love story. Tell us about your dating relationship, engagement, wedding or lessons you’ve learned through one of those experiences. The party will close on Sunday and I’ll announce my favorites and the most clicked links just in time for Valentine’s Day.
Everybody loves a good love story . . . I can’t wait to hear yours!