Where do I begin my post for today?
How about 3,296 days ago …
NOVEMBER 1, 2010: A Frog married a Butterfly with only two silver bands in a theatre room in Murphy, Texas, then carried her over the threshold of his one-bedroom apartment where they would sleep on a pull-out couch so that her daughter could have the bedroom.
DECEMBER 25, 2011: You said, “I know you have not had many princess moments so far, but I WILL change that this year. I want to build you a castle of stone and brick …”.
AUGUST 31, 2017: The Frog I kissed who turned into a KING wrote the contract for the house of our dreams.
NOVEMBER 16, 2017: That king sat in a builder’s office for six long hours, driving us all bananas over every intricate detail of how perfect he wanted this house for “his girls”, and specifically so that Gia could have a place for her crew to crash throughout her high school years. A place they could all be comfortable, loved, accepted, and at home, with no fear of judgement whatsoever. He wanted for her all he never had.
AUGUST 22, 2019: The King fell down, but left his crown, because …
NOVEMBER 3, 2019: … the Princess and I made the decision to stay in this home he gave us until she graduates from high school. It’s what he would have wanted, and he has set us both up for nothing but success in the rest of our journey without him. We spoke at length about the pros and cons – “should we stay or should we go” – then finally agreed that if he can still see us (and we believe he can), it would break his heart even more than it did to have to leave us behind in the first place to see us pack up and leave this all behind. He worked too hard to give us everything we have, and I won’t let it have been in vain.
NOVEMBER 9, 2019: As I’m writing this, there’s an upstairs filled with laughter! She’s having her first party, and there are a dozen happy teenagers here feeling comfortable, relaxed and at home, just how he always wanted it. THIS WAS HIS DREAM FOR HER! I thought about crying when this epiphany washed over me, but instead I could only smile. I too am feeling “comfortable, relaxed and at home”, with our daughter, in the castle that he built us, honoring his legacy and putting these shattered pieces together in all the most beautiful ways I can. I know he’s looking down right now and smiling from ear to ear as he absorbs all the laughter he can surely hear within these palace walls, hopefully taking comfort in seeing a very happy princess and an even more happy and grateful Queen.
Williamson, YOU DID IT! Your dream has come true, despite your multitude of mistakes and all the ways you hurt us. I will remain eternally grateful for and cherish all the things you have given me, and yes, you are still my hero.
The Diary Of My Perfection 
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