Saturday, April 30, 2011

'Til Death Do You Part

Yesterday, like 2 billion viewers on the face of the planet, I was glued to the television from 3:30 a.m. and then the Internet and TV programs throughout the day.  It was April 29, 2011 - the day of the Royal wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton, now the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge.  Needless to say I was enthralled over the occasion and cried now and then over the entire fairytale unfolding before my eyes.

I just returned from London 10 days prior, and walked through the same doors of Westminster Abbey the royal party and bride and groom entered in and out of yesterday, without the red carpet.  Surreal to say the least, as well as having walked the wedding route and down the Mall to Buckingham Palace to stand by the gate and gawk at the opulent structure.

The lavish wedding was breathtaking to say the least  Catherine has such poise, and the couple look as if they are a perfect match - a match made in heaven that perhaps this time will last.  As I watched the 700,000 plus people choke the streets of London and proceed down to Buckingham to witness the infamous first kiss, I couldn't help but be moved by the joy of the occasion and the well wishes for a happy and successful marriage.  

Sigh...a fairytale indeed, that I think most people wish for nowadays.  We need more fairytales, don't we?  It was hard not to backtrack my life to 28 years ago to the day I wed.  How many of us divorcees that went through the preparations of weddings, dresses, cake orders, churches, rehearsals, receptions, and photographs not relate to that day when we thought we were living our fairytale and our happily ever after moment?  :raise hands please:  

I think half of my tears shed yesterday were part of joy and well wishes for Kate and William and at least one bucket of those tears were remorse that my beautiful day of October 22, 1983 has somehow faded into obscurity.  All that remains is a life alone, and memories of my smoking hot body and beautiful dress once featured in Bride's Magazine.  I was a princess for a day, and I think all brides feel that upon their wedding day, as we walk the aisle to what we perceive as our prince charming (though he may turn out one day to be a frog).

I'm not sure where I'm going with this post, except wading through a lake of nostalgia over the past and things lost.  It does, however, remind me of the sanctity of marriage and the symbolism of a man and a woman becoming husband and wife.  The Bible states marriage is a symbol of how Christ loves His church - an eternal bond with the foundation of one laying down his life for another. 
" Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave Himself up for her."  (Ephesians 5:25)  And ". . . the wife must respect her husband."  (Ephesians 5:33)  
Are these two verses of advice really the key to a happy marriage? I'm inclined to think they hold an important key, because women long for love and men need respect to find happiness and wholeness.  When those two elements in a marriage begin to fade, the problems begin.

So here we are, my single readers!  I'm not sure how many of you are divorced with failed marriages nor am I sure how many of you have never been married and wish to have your fairytale day like Catherine.   However, yesterday, at least for me, put the emphasis back on the very important and eternal matter of the need for happily ever after in all of our lives.  I sincerely pray that William and Catherine enjoy a blessed life together, for no doubt they represent a yearning in many of our lives for love and beauty. 

We don't need to be royalty or have riches to be happy in life, but we all need to be loved and respected.  If we give those two gifts, we can give our spouses true riches that last for eternity.  I have no idea if the gift of marriage, as I've called it before, waits for me somewhere down another path.  Though I've arrived at times, too, of finally being at peace with my situation, it doesn't mean that the longing to be loved and the opportunity to respect a husband doesn't reside deep within the recesses of my heart somewhere, because it does.  I don't think that desire will ever die, because for me that's where my fairytale lies, and it's an unfulfilled page in the book of my life.

Wishing each and every one of you, and William and Catherine too, a happily ever after.