Recently I fell in love. Mercury Glass Cloche love. But, the cost of this love was just too high.
So, I had to settle for what might have seemed to be second best at the time, but in reality turned out to be the perfect one for me all along.
That Pottery Barn kind of love is just too expensive for this heart!
All I had to do was take a mercury glass candlestick, add a round mirror and a glass dome and voila…love blossomed right before my eyes.
Of course this lovey-dovey stuff made me think back to falling in love with my one and only many moons ago. We have been on a lot of adventures together and one of my most favorite has to be our trip to Europe in 2002. It was truly a dream come true for this Anglophile to roam the streets of Bath, marvel at sheep grazing in a pasture in the Cotswolds, gaze up at Big Ben and watch a production of “My Fair Lady” in the theater district. I felt very close to Jane Austen. And Charlotte Bronte.
And my husband too, of course!
I could think of nothing better to fill my romantic Mercury Glass Cloche with then mementos from this very romantic excursion.
And I couldn’t resist writing out on a chalkboard a line from one of my favorite songs right now…one of those ones that sticks in your head and you can’t get it out but in the end decide that you’re OK with that ’cause you like it so much!
While sifting through photos and postcards I also remembered another souvenir that came back from England. Only this one came to me from my then boyfriend, now husband. He back-packed around Europe with friends after college graduation. We had only been dating for a few months and I wondered how him being gone would affect our relationship. But when he gave me this gift I knew I should never have worried.
He knew how much I would love something as simple as seeing my scrolled initial in brass on a beautiful wood-handled stamp. And how my heart would thrill at also having a bar of wax to melt down so that I could press that initial into it and seal those letters like I was royalty.
But did he know that I secretly wished that the initial on it was different? That like the song, “I’d like to add his initial to my monogram”? At the time I dreamed about the day that he and I would have the same last name. And it wasn’t long before that dream came true.
And now I look at that stamp and I’m reminded of that sweet time in our lives. Of butterflies in my stomach and wondering if he was “The One”. Of long walks and even longer talks. Planning and dreaming of our future.
I think back to that decision all of those years ago and marvel at how young we were. How much we didn’t know…couldn’t know about what the future held for us.
I think about the roller coaster ride of life…and how there is no one else in the world I would want to be strapped in next to as we go careening through it.
So, Happy Valentine’s Day to you, my love. Thank you for asking me to “add your initial to my monogram”.
It was the best thing I’ve ever done!
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