Fairytales...I've lived a few of them.
My parents created a wonderland of security and comfort through their mutual love for each other and for my sister and me. While I didn't appreciate it then, as I look back with adult eyes, I marvel at what a perfect childhood I had. My parents gave me firm roots. They had a bit of trouble with the wings part, but as a parent, I now appreciate that.
My childhood was my first fairytale life and while my childhood ended, I still, even today, reap the benefits of that life.
My marriage was my next fairytale
Steve and I had a storybook meeting...a blind date that would have never happened had we not been snowed in. Snow...in the deep south. Coincidence? I think not. Our life followed the true fairytale course...courtship, engagement, marriage, children, career success, etc. There were "trolls" under some of our life's bridges, a wicked witch with a poison apple and few other dragons to slay to make our marriage work. With a little bit of fairy dust and a lot of work, we endured.
This fairytale ended with Steve's death.
Is there another fairytale for my life? Is God's finger still writing?
I find myself looking so longingly at the pages of my ended story, that I don't think I would see a new story even if the book fell open before me.
It's hard to move forward when you keep looking back.
I want a new fairytale.
Oh, Lord, what do you have planned for me?
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Cyna
