"Vanilla or chocolate Miss, do you prefer vanilla or chocolate ice cream for your desert?" the airline stewardess asked, "I prefer vanilla, but I have heard that Spain's chocolate is exquisite so I will try the chocolate, thanks." I smiled to myself as the stewardess placed a bowl of chocolate ice cream in front of me and pushed her cart forward.
Looking down at the bowl of chocolate and then looking over at Bruce who was staring out of the airplane's window at the beautiful Spanish landscape, I began to smile and even laugh. Bruce turned to me smiling and asked, "what is so funny about a bowl of chocolate ice cream, is there some sort of liqueur in it?"
"No", I laughed, "just something I was thinking about to myself." He smiled at me and returned to the view out of the plane's window.
As I stared at the bowl of chocolate ice cream before me, I smiled and thought, how funny it was that I had grown up all of my life expecting my Prince Charming to be vanilla, only to find out that he would be actually be a chocolate Prince Charming. My mother in all of our discussions about love, finding the right Prince Charming, and the birds and bees, had never covered me on this one. I laughed, because, in all of her wisdom and experience in life she had dropped the ball, big time on this one. And, I had her at last; she would have to eat some crow.
Bruce, Bruce, Bruce, my chocolate Prince Charming, I laughed. I reclined my seat and began to daydream about our last four days and nights in Spain together. Could it be possible to have experienced so much bliss in just four mere days? I must be dreaming, I thought to myself.
Did I really hear for four exquisite days my Prince Charming calling me Amy and not Judge Gray? Was I dreaming or did I really experience the tingling of joy from being in his arms and hearing him whispering my name, Amy, with such tenderness and softness r as we danced to a Spanish serenade.
Did I really experience the ultimate feeling of serenity and security while sitting on a white sand beach at sunset, listening to the crash of mighty waves against the Spanish coast, sipping a fine Spanish wine in front of a glowing dancing fire? Had I experienced his tender kiss to my neck then lips that made me shiver when his arms drew me close?
Had I heard my Prince Charming laugh and play with me just like a little boy laughs and plays with his first girl, running along the beach, playing in the water? Did we lay on the beach soaking up the sun and I feel both the strength and tenderness of his touch as he gently massaged sun lotion to my back. And had I felt his heart beat race to my touch as I massaged sun lotion to his back.
Oh, how the dance of the candle light seemed to match the dancing of my heart beat as we sat on the balcony of a small Spanish café for dinner staring into the beautiful full moon night and talking for hours, was it just a dream or had I actually been to paradise with my Prince Charming. Was the scent of his intoxicating cologne against his skin not real as we danced and danced throughout the night?
""Mommy! Mommy! wake up!, you are going to be late for work, and I have to get to school"" said Lauren. As I came out of my slumber, I was both irritated at Lauren for ending my dream and happy because it had been so real. "Ok, ok, give me a moment, we will be on time" I told Lauren. Yes, I needed a moment to savor my dream.
Looking down at the bowl of chocolate and then looking over at Bruce who was staring out of the airplane's window at the beautiful Spanish landscape, I began to smile and even laugh. Bruce turned to me smiling and asked, "what is so funny about a bowl of chocolate ice cream, is there some sort of liqueur in it?"
"No", I laughed, "just something I was thinking about to myself." He smiled at me and returned to the view out of the plane's window.
As I stared at the bowl of chocolate ice cream before me, I smiled and thought, how funny it was that I had grown up all of my life expecting my Prince Charming to be vanilla, only to find out that he would be actually be a chocolate Prince Charming. My mother in all of our discussions about love, finding the right Prince Charming, and the birds and bees, had never covered me on this one. I laughed, because, in all of her wisdom and experience in life she had dropped the ball, big time on this one. And, I had her at last; she would have to eat some crow.
Bruce, Bruce, Bruce, my chocolate Prince Charming, I laughed. I reclined my seat and began to daydream about our last four days and nights in Spain together. Could it be possible to have experienced so much bliss in just four mere days? I must be dreaming, I thought to myself.
Did I really hear for four exquisite days my Prince Charming calling me Amy and not Judge Gray? Was I dreaming or did I really experience the tingling of joy from being in his arms and hearing him whispering my name, Amy, with such tenderness and softness r as we danced to a Spanish serenade.
Did I really experience the ultimate feeling of serenity and security while sitting on a white sand beach at sunset, listening to the crash of mighty waves against the Spanish coast, sipping a fine Spanish wine in front of a glowing dancing fire? Had I experienced his tender kiss to my neck then lips that made me shiver when his arms drew me close?
Had I heard my Prince Charming laugh and play with me just like a little boy laughs and plays with his first girl, running along the beach, playing in the water? Did we lay on the beach soaking up the sun and I feel both the strength and tenderness of his touch as he gently massaged sun lotion to my back. And had I felt his heart beat race to my touch as I massaged sun lotion to his back.
Oh, how the dance of the candle light seemed to match the dancing of my heart beat as we sat on the balcony of a small Spanish café for dinner staring into the beautiful full moon night and talking for hours, was it just a dream or had I actually been to paradise with my Prince Charming. Was the scent of his intoxicating cologne against his skin not real as we danced and danced throughout the night?
""Mommy! Mommy! wake up!, you are going to be late for work, and I have to get to school"" said Lauren. As I came out of my slumber, I was both irritated at Lauren for ending my dream and happy because it had been so real. "Ok, ok, give me a moment, we will be on time" I told Lauren. Yes, I needed a moment to savor my dream.