The Greatest Love Story
Those that know me best know that I am a sucker for romantic comedies. The worse it is, the better. And I've seen ALL OF THEM - probably twice. If I have two hours to waste, what better way than to watch people clumsily figure out that they love each other, despite everything. Literally, everything. Some of these 'romances' suffer from serious issues! People get hurt, lied to, cheated on, betrayed and we watch on the edge of our seats saying go for it! They are in love! All is right in the world!
Why do we build these movies up in our heads as the epitome of what love should be, when in reality, they are just as flawed as real life?
It got me thinking though - would our story be worth telling? Will our grandchildren be mesmerized when listening to how we met, the challenges we faced, where we got married, our first house? What makes any love story so fantastic?
A few weeks ago my husband and I celebrated our 5th Wedding Anniversary (wheeeeee!). We went to a show and then had a wonderful, long, childless dinner. Naturally, we spent most of that time talking about our kids, the 'what ifs' in our future, and reminiscing about the past 10 years of our relationship.
Between long distance, moves, jobs, marriage, children - its hard to remember how much we've been through. Routines, favorite spots, jokes and people we saw every day for years now feel like a distant memory. We didn't only talk about the good things, either. Some of those years were hard. Really hard. But we slugged it out and have come out a little wiser, and a little stronger, for now.
I remember my grandmother once told me "I've been married for 30 years, and 25 have been fantastic." It makes sense. There is no way to be blissfully happy for 30 straight years. Or 10 for that matter. But she wouldn't have it any other way, because that's their story. All of those years, good and bad, are a part of it. And here I sit, mesmerized when hearing about how they met, the challenges they faced, when they got married, their first house...
So of all the movies, of all the books, of all the witty dialogue and serindipitous meetings edited over and over again into the 'perfect romance', why shouldn't ours be worth telling? Why can't the greatest love story be our own?
Its easy to get caught up in the fantasy of what love should be, and look past all the work that is put into making it possible. When we take the time to look back, it turns out we're living that romance, and its just as entertaining as the best (or worst) romantic comedy. Its a story worth telling.