this is their story

we are a story.
we had a beginning
and we will have an end.
{but let's not talk about that for now}


this story could be great.


it could be filled with castles and dragons,
with princes and horses and magic,
with holy beings and lovely things.
it could be filled with dark witches or plots to destroy the world,
with curses or with wicked stepmothers.


it could be filled with love and hatred,
with richness or poorness,
sickness or health,
death or birth.


we are a story
and as the pages turn we learn what befalls us.


some stories are told once and never again.
they are too weak.
too soft.
they had it too easy.


some stories are told several times and then fall through the cracks.
their story was sweet.
nice.
good-hearted,
yet had no meat to carry it through the generations.


every good story must endure something terrible,
must have passionate heroes,
must have love.
so ours must be a good story.


i keep flipping the pages waiting for the next chapter,
waiting to see what's going to happen to us...
just waiting...


and enduring...


and the pages keep turning.


and my fingers are tired of papercuts. 


but our story will be great. 
because every great story must endure something terrible.
so ours will be one for the ages. 
so i will endure.
or try...


...but i'm ready for lovely things and castles and happily ever after.
so evil dragon, please leave us alone.
go back to the wicked witch who sent you.
i want to return to home to my castle gardens
and start the next chapter. 


here's to courage.
here's to endurance.
here's to perseverance and strength and might
and everything that is going to carry us through to the end.


here's to power.
here's to God.
here's to beauty.


and...

here's to you, Love.

you are my story.

{photo via beautyineverything}