Wedding Cake for Breakfast by Kim Perel

Author:Kim Perel
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2012-04-18T04:00:00+00:00

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Somewhere near the end of the twelfth month, I got sick and tired of being sick and tired. And he got tired of hearing me scream and wail and cry. The fairy tale that never was gave way to faith that we should really be together. We sat down and talked about everything we had been through, and realized that even though that first year huffed and puffed, it didn’t blow our marriage down. We started to remember that before there was a fairy-tale wedding, there was a friendship. Even though it didn’t seem like it, we really liked each other and didn’t want this roller-coaster first year to ruin it. During the conversation, he got up and left the room, coming back with his only pair of shoes in his hands. “Do you think you could show me how to buy some shoes?” he said, with that sheepish grin that I loved. As if it was totally involuntary, a hootlike noise came out of my mouth. It was so startling and unrecognizable, it was laughter. Then he laughed. And this one little gesture clicked in a release—we laughed until we cried. With all the death and destruction, I had lost an essential tool for any relationship—a sense of humor. It felt good; no, glorious. And at that moment it became the unspoken agreement that we would find a reason to laugh, every single day.

The first year was impossible. The second was hard. The third one led to parenthood for the first time. The eighth year brought us a second child. There have been deaths of parents and siblings, lost jobs, and found careers. That first year was the first rung of the ladder, the bottom stair, the starter’s block. It was the once upon a time in a far faraway land of two really young people who didn’t have any magic wand or playbook. We didn’t know any spells. There was no wise old sage ushering us to the happy ending. It was a decision we made every day. There were some days that I’d say, “I love you,” in the morning, when all had I wanted to do was smother him in his sleep the night before. Then there were others that I would watch him sleep and be so filled with love for him, it would give me a lump in my throat. Never a dull moment.

In the end, it was more about faith than the fairy tale. It was about a belief in the voice that introduced me to my husband. I was the girl looking for the dream, learning that this one would require work and patience and love. Before him, I spent a lot of time singing “Someday My Prince Will Come.” And when he showed up, I had to learn how to love him, and to let myself be loved by him. Now every night I look at him and think about the ups and downs

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