Over the weekend, my sister in law and I took Kenley and my niece to Disney Live. It was a live presentation of three classic fairy tales: Snow White, Cinderella, and Beauty and the Beast. She could have cared less about the princesses because Mickey, Minnie, Donald, and Goofy were the narrators for the stories. She basically flipped out every time she saw Minnie Mouse!
Anyway… on the way home my sister in law and I were joking about how Disney makes it look SO easy to land a Prince Charming. How do we get that gig? The man with all the right dance moves and fancy clothes and all the right words? *swoon*
Fast forward to Sunday evening. Kenley had been a pistol all day, no one napped, we were all overdone. Brandon was seemingly impatient with Kenley (in his defense, he doesn’t totally speak her language because he works a TON) and I had just had it with all of the whining. And I snapped. I was just irritated and angry and DONE.
So I sat and stewed on it for awhile (you know, because that makes things better– silence) and it got me thinking. Where WAS my Prince Charming? Seriously? Because this? This, is not what I signed up for. The snapping about the kids and the mutual frustration was high, and I was hoping that feeling would pass. Soon.
On our way home that evening, “We Were Us” by Miranda Lambert and Keith Urban came on the radio. Brandon reached over for my hand, and just lightly squeezed it. A sense of relief came over me as tear fell down my cheek. My Prince was sitting right next to me. Yes, we were frustrated earlier and yes, it’s never fun. But he is the one that sees me through those times– the good and the bad. The frustrating and the easy. God knew that we would fight or argue, but He brought us together because combined, we make a good team.
There will always be bad days, change, or plans that simply don’t follow through. But the Lord knows of these, and has given me a husband to lean on for support, to be my rock, and to walk through the life with me. My own Prince Charming. And I was so angry, I didn’t realize what was right in front of me.
As I sat there in the car listening to the words of that song, I instantly prayed. I asked for forgiveness for my attitude and praised God for bringing me to this life with this man and these children. Even in the hard times, I am so thankful for them.
Isn’t it crazy how the smallest little moments end up meaning something in hindsight?
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