Happily ever after
Eight years ago, a dancing plate and a dancing corkscrew became friends. Three years after that, they started dating. Five years after that, they got engaged.
And yes, I am that plate. My now fiancé (ooo, it’s still so new and fun to say that word) Hunter (the corkscrew) and I became friends while performing in our high school’s production of Beauty and the Beast when we were freshmen. It seems so fitting that our love story began while performing a fairy tale and our lives have now become one.
No, our lives have not been the traditional fairy tale where there is one big, bad curse to defeat and then everything is perfect. We have each faced challenges, stress, loss, and pain, but we have been together through it all—our successes and defeats.
We have grown to be much different than the dancing utensils we used to be, but we have grown together.
When Hunter led me to the roof at sunrise and revealed a hand-made wooden container filled with personal items attached to reasons he loved me, I was reminded of the corkscrew I met years ago and the years of memories we have made together since then.
Then, when he got down on one knee and asked me to spend the rest of my life with him, I thought of all of the years of memory making we have ahead of us, as I, obviously, said “Yes.”
We may, and probably will, change even more in our lives than we have from the time we met, but we will change side by side. We will certainly experience more tribulations and triumphs, but we will experience them together. And while our story is wildly different than any other fairy tale you will read, one thing is the same: We are living happily ever after.