My Prince

30 05 2003

I have a photograph. We’re both sitting in an armchair made for one. I’m wearing denim overalls and a light blue t-shirt. My long hair is swept up loosely with a clip, and my head is thrown back in delighted laughter.

He is looking at the camera. His hair is just long enough to be in a perpetual state of unruliness, and he’s grinning from ear to ear. He’s wearing . . .

Well, let me start over.

My knight in shining armor came riding into my life on his valiant steed. He was really just a tousle-headed college boy in levi corduroys on a ten-speed bike. But he was mine. We’d been engaged for a few months, but hadn’t told anyone yet. We had our reasons. In retrospect, they are mostly silly and romantic, but we had them. One evening my doorbell rang. He was standing there, his eyes full of merriment, and he said, “I’ve come courting.”

I laughed at him. In fact, I couldn’t stop laughing. But he wasn’t offended. That’s exactly the response he’d anticipated. He and his dorm buddies had pooled their resources and decked him out in quite the interesting finery: an orange and blue plaid flannel shirt, brown and white checked pants, a hot pink tie with neon colored flowers, and a brown blazer. Courting duds.

So we put on some music and danced. We talked and laughed. My roommate snapped some pictures. I’m so glad.

He stayed as long as was proper. Then he went to the window, opened it, and called to his bicycle, “Mighty Bones! Prepare to ride!” And he left. Through the door, not the window. I watched him ride away, feeling loved, happy, courted.

It’s such a great memory. And to think, he’s still my prince.



4 responses

30 05 2003

Froggy Went A’Courtin’ and he did ride … a 10 speed.

Awwwww… This is such a great story! WOW!!! Such a beautiful memory! Awwww… LOL! Of bones and bicycles. I’m SOOOOOOO glad you’re on LJ!! I didn’t think I could enjoy anyone’s journal as much as Ragamuffen’s, but yours comes mighty close! I too want a signed copy of your book when it comes out.

This was a delight to read! Your technique was wonderful! Start the story, whet our apetites, get us interested, and then … make us wait a bit longer. And was the payoff worth it? YES!! A WONDERFUL story!

I had a great time reading this!


30 05 2003

Houston . . . we have a problem.

If I keep getting reactions like this on LJ, I may never get around to finishing that book. (Which is not an option, so I’m going to have to be very disciplined.) Instantaneous, enthusiastic responses are as addictive as they are rare in the cold, detached world of editors and publishers.

THANK YOU so much for loving my story and telling me you did. Writing it put me in a great mood today. When life gets a little humdrum, I need to remember how precious my blessings are.

Also, thanks for accepting me into your circle of journal friends! I’d be honored to sign a copy of my book for someone as friendly as you. :o)


1 06 2003

I’m late on this…so I will just say…This was so great! Lovely memories are the best thing ever, unless you consider a lovely future. Wait, a lovely present is always good too, especially with purple bows.

2 06 2003

Some things are welcome any ol’ time.

Nice comments are never late!

And a lovely present with purple bows? Well, now, that sounds perfect. (Presents are never late either . . . I take them when I can get them.)

Your comments are a gift. Please know I read each one with gratitude.

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