The reality is a lot better than the fairy tale

Growing up, I would spend hours playing with my dolls recreating Disney princess movies. There was something magical about those movies. You know, the way the prince finds the girl and everything is completely perfect. It was the life I wanted to live.

I had it all planned out. It would start at the library, where I’d see this dreamy boy through the bookshelves. He would then make his way over to me, ask me on a romantic dinner date where we would hold hands, and then we would proceed to kiss in the rain. Within six months, he would ask me to marry him while watching fireworks, and then I would live happily ever after. However, my real fairy tale started like this: my first date with my husband was at a basketball game, and we both hate basketball.

Within three months, I realized that my fairy tale was taking a completely different course. I was in love with a boy who liked Star Wars more than he should, ate his food too fast and had never seen my favorite movies.

As time progressed, my man asked me to marry him, but it wasn’t under fireworks. Instead, it was in my parent’s laundry room.

The longer we were married, the less “fairy tale” life was.

Bills, dishes and laundry all piled up. My attempts at Pinterest dinners resulted in many McDonald’s runs, and on a good day, we would see each other for only three hours before work and school got in the way.

Within the commotion of life, I learned about the reality of fairy tales.

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Fairy tales and true love don’t mean kissing in the rain, horse-drawn carriages or expensive dinners and gifts.

Fairy tales are moments when the laughter can’t stop, or when we bake a batch of cookies and eat them together in one sitting.

Fairy tales are singing along to the Wicked soundtrack at the top of our lungs and playing intense games of Ticket to Ride all night long.

Fairy tales are the satisfaction that no matter how awful life gets, you always have someone by your side.

Bills will stack up. Dishes won’t be done. And dirty socks won’t be turned right side out.

However, as Elder Robert D. Hales  of the Quorum of the Twelve said, “We do not marry perfection; we marry potential.”

I failed to realize that the fairy tales I grew up watching were not perfect.

Prince Charming didn’t run after Cinderella, even though he probably worked out. Snow White had to live with annoying roommates. Oh, and let’s not forget that Prince Phillip was the worst procrastinator when it came to finding Sleeping Beauty.

My idea of a fairy tale was wrong — so wrong. But I’ve never been happier to be more wrong in my life.

The kind of love found in fairy tales exists. It is just a lot of hard work, selflessness and inconvenience. When you find “the one,” it will not be perfect. In fact, it will be the exact opposite. It will be potential; the potential to learn, laugh and grow old together.

My fairy tale is real life, and that is the best story I know.

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