The Boy Next Door - a fairytale

Once upon a time, a 30-something young girl with a slightly broken heart moved into a little flat behind her landlord's house. It was her first adventure at living completely on her own and she embraced her new found freedom with much enthusiasm. She spent hours toiling in the little garden patch, ruthlessly pulling weeds and tenderly planting young seedlings. She loved decorating her new little home, experimenting with paint colours and delighting in the discovery of beautiful parquet floors that had been hidden for years beneath dusty old carpets. She just loved pulling her furniture around and finding the best arrangement. Her garden flourished and she received many compliments on her humble little home. She enjoyed having her friends and her sweet family over for dinners and picnics in the burgeoning little garden patch. She was truly happy in her single-ness.

However, now and then, her healing heart did start to long for a special friend, a friend that would share the couch and a bowl of popcorn with her while enjoying a movie. A friend that would love to have her hold his hand and let her plant soft kisses on his neck. A friend that would make her laugh at his dry wit and silly observations. This friend would also have no problem making her friends his own friends too. He was to be a gentle man with strong arms and a tender heart. He would also share a clear plan to start a family with the girl.
Was this too much to ask?

Presenting her wishes to her Father, she added a last request that this special man not live too far away, that he live in a convenient part of town. Travel time and petrol costs were a factor in the girl's budget.
She would wait on His judgement and trust that He would present her with the man made for her.
In the meantime she would not fret about when that momentous occasion would be and went about enjoying her life.

The girl made a new friend with the girl that moved in next door. She was a single mother of two adorable young sons. She was also the landlord's daughter. She and the girl spent many hours enjoying a glass of wine together and watching episodes of Survivor. They decided to go out one evening to a dance. The neighbour girl decided to invite her brothers who lived next door and so they joined the girls. The eldest brother had wonderful blue eyes and reminded the girl somewhat of Matthew Perry. He made her laugh and held her ever so tight on the dance floor. He needn't have worried as she had no plans of slipping away. 

The girl and the boy next door enjoyed a quiet friendship. However the girl was hesitant in giving her heart away and again pleaded with her Father to make it clear to her if this was the appointed man for her.
He reminded her of her last request to Him.
That the special man not live too far away.
The boy lived next door...
There it was.

With excitement the girl jumped in.
An opportunity presented itself on a Sunday evening.
Upon encouragement from the landlord, the boy brought some champagne over to the girl. Champagne never promotes a clear head but the girl needed some dutch courage.
The boy was sitting on the one end of the couch and the girl on the other. She tried to figure a way to slide closer to him without being too obvious. After more champagne she gave up and slipped away to the loo powder her nose.

Upon joining the boy again she noticed her puppy had jumped up onto her seat and thus presented her with a perfect opportunity to sit beside the boy. The boy made it clear he was happy with this arrangement.

From that moment on their friendship grew into a wonderful courtship heading toward a beautiful wedding on a very hot day in March.
Four years from that day the girl would find herself busy writing her own fairytale. She and the boy next door had produced a beautiful baby boy with blond hair and his daddy's blue eyes.They could agree that the child had been their greatest shared accomplishment.
Through good times and the not so good times, they had made it through so far. Laughter and a sense of humour had served them well, alongside respect and love for each other.
The girl could admit to being a bitch not so nice girl on many PMS occasions and if there was a medal for "Endurance of Moods" the boy should have been awarded truckloads.

There is no happy ending to this fairytale as this fairytale has not ended yet.

The girl and the boy shall hopefully live happily ever after.

So, the girl's Father, being a benevolent being, had granted her wishes. Hopefully He will grant her many more, for she is most grateful for all His blessings.

The moral of the story: trust your Father. He knows what He's doing.