“If you wilt but stay as
beautiful as you are today. I will love you forever,” the king told his
queen.
“And who shall judge my
beauty?” she inquired of the king.
“Why I shall, of course,”
was the reply.
“Will your standards for
beauty change as you age?” she asked coquettishly.
“No!” he thundered.
And she wondered if the
rewards of queenship were worth what lay ahead.
That passage is not from
any story I am familiar with, but it is said in a variety of situations and
with a variety of words day after day after day.
Unconditional love does
not use the word “If”. Near on 60 years
ago there was a man who showed me what unconditional love for a woman looked
like. My grandparents were making one of
their rare visits to our home. Both
Grandma and Grandpa were in the living room with me when Grandma got up and
left to go help my mom in the kitchen.
As she left the room, Grandpa turned to me and said, “There goes the
most beautiful woman in the world!”
I’d always thought of my
grandparents as old, although in the little story above they were probably
around the age I am now (and of course I’m not old!). To my young eyes Grandma did not have any of
the attributes the magazine ads and TV touted as beautiful, but in Grandpa’s
eyes she was and always had been from the moment he met her, the most beautiful
woman in the world.
Their love story was just
as beautiful. They’d never told it to
their children, but one winter afternoon in the late 1960’s when two of my
cousins and I were exploring the attic with them, the Romantic (Grandpa) told
us the story. We sat still, drinking in
the tale we’d never heard before and loving every detail. It was so much better than the story we’d
been hearing all our lives – “I couldn’t teach her math so I had to marry her.” He told about the “pursuit,” the proposal,
the acceptance and the unconditional love.
Ahhhh, yes, that special love that does not fade. It’s not found by everyone, but when it
comes, grab hold with both hands and toss the word “if” from your vocabulary!
5 comments:
And that's how it should be. My dad always thought my mother was the most beautiful, the smartest, the funniest, the most talented, just the best. No matter what.
~Visiting from AtoZ
I've been married 57 years. I can't still her my wife's beautiful laugh as she entered the church all those years ago. I'm glad that she chose me.
Thank you all. My grandparents were the epitome of unconditional love in my life. And now it's finally come to me as well.
Really lovely. Dropping in from the A to Z and a shout out for your blog on Diane Coto's letter W at FictionZeal.com
@rosieamber1
Rosie Amber - Book reviewer. Campaigning to link more readers to writers.
Thanks, Rosie!
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