See, the animated version of this came out in 1992, and my then boyfriend got it for me for my birthday. I began calling him Prince Aliababwa in fun, and then I started calling him my Darling Prince, as he moved to Dallas to attend seminary during our courtship, ensuing engagement, and wedding planning and I began addressing letters to him in such a fashion. (I know, letters on paper -- a truly archaic form of communication . . .)
I barely knew then to what extent he would truly become my prince over the next decade and a half. We successfully got the wedding planned and accomplished, becoming husband and wife in record time (20 minutes, I think). We embarked on our honeymoon to Eureka Springs, AR, while staying here as our first stop along our journey as a married couple.
Though our first couple years were far from being turbulence free, we were somehow laying a foundation for a marriage that has been tested by circumstances beyond our control and come forth refined and shining more and more like gold with each year that passes.
My Darling Prince or (DP) as I refer to him here in bloggityville, has:
- held me when I've thought fear would overwhelm me.
- challenged me to look outside myself for strength and for perspective.
- prayed with me in good times and bad.
- forgiven me when I've neglected to make dinner, shouted ugly words at him, left him behind on a walk, been unwilling to see his point of view, or not given him the respect he deserves as the leader of this home and family.
- encouraged me to chase my dreams and cheered me on as I move forward in faith, using the talents and gifts God has so generously bestowed on me.
- rubbed my feet and legs, both during pregnancy and after when fibromyalgia has inexorably attached itself to my every move and relentlessly pounds me with pain beyond anything childbearing and childbirth could have dished out.
- understood my rambling thoughts and wishes, even when I don't feel like I can coherently communicate them myself.
- stood alongside me through financial struggles, weight gain and weight loss, hair color changes and hair loss, numerous moves from state to state, and more changes in both of us than I could ever begin to enumerate here.
What I want to share with all of you today is what I am ever so slowly beginning to realize is that if God gave me a prince of a man to share my last 14 years with, He also has given my Darling Prince a princess. I rarely let myself dwell on or believe that truth, but if I believe all I've said about my prince . . . then I must believe it about myself as well.
So, my precious, Darling Prince, on this our 14th wedding anniversary, I pray I will begin today seeing myself as a princess, as the one perfectly chosen for you forever. It was easy to repeat those vows on our wedding day all those years ago, but they ring true more so today than they did that beautiful day in Little Rock in 1993.
Thank you for introducing me to life as a "royal" all those years ago. I pray our next years together will be as full and focused on the purposes of our Heavenly Father, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
I truly do "Live for Lovin' You"