My Prince

When I was a little girl and I dreamed of my prince charming; he was tall, dark, handsome and rode in on a white horse. He kissed me awake, magically had the perfect glass slipper that fit and he rescued me from all things horrible.

Today, he is my best friend who snuggled me awake and then tempted me out of my warm bed with a venti non-fat peppermint mocha with whip and a cinnamon scone.

He is the man who came home from running errands ecstatic because he found a sledding hill where we could rent tubes and sled until our hearts delight.

He is the man who made sure I was bundled in appropriate snow gear and then threw together an outfit so silly and impractical that I laughed all the way to the hill.

He holds my hand and then runs up the snow hill, zig zagging back and worth to make sure he "gets a workout in".

He is the man that looks at me like I am People Magazine's "Sexiest Woman of 2009" while I sing and dance my way through 7 layer Christmas cookies, country music blaring in the kitchen as he tries to watch the Blackhawks game.

He shimmies and shakes his hips to entertain me while I stir the fudge for 5 minutes.

I giggle, we dance, drink our favorite Two Bros Beer and I think to myself that life might not get much better than this moment in my kitchen with my prince who is now stirring his own pot of fudge with a face covered in marshmallow fluff.

I love you Timothy Michael Colin
Thank you for being my prince.