Recipe for love

I was speaking to my aunt the other day and mentioned how as I grow older and remain single each day, I have a list of ideals that my future hubby "Nigel" will have. Nigel will of course be a Christian, make me laugh, be good-looking more because of his personality than his face, be social (but like to stay in and hangout with just me), be a total foodie like myself, love country music, be athletic, will share the love of traveling and England, come from old money and be independently wealthy, carry a tune/enjoy karaoke, love my family, ski, love to cook, and pretty much worship the ground I walk on. Of course I followed up my comment with the fact that once the real Nigel shows up, I will love him and none of the above may apply. And that's ok! I'll have Nigel.

My aunt merely replied, "that's good."

A few days after this conversation, once again I was speaking with my aunt (we do tend to talk almost everyday, or at least twice a week) and she told me about a little moment between her and my uncle. She told me that she was telling Unkie how she had decided to lose some weight and just be good about eating as she isn't happy with her weight right now. He looked at her and remarked how beautiful he thought she was and that he loved her. I might also add here that this is after 25 years of marriage. I think perhaps a few PG-13 things happened after that comment -- aka holding hands -- but if Nigel could still think I'm beautiful in 25 years, no matter how I might age, that would be perfect.

Practical Magic, by Alice Hoffman, is a novel that was adapted into a movie almost a decade ago. The story surrounds 2 sisters, who have a bit of witchcraft magic inside of them. The book was excellent, the movie changed the story completely, but one thing that did remain was the character Sally Owens' (played by Sandra Bullock) recipe for her perfect man. She included ideals such as he would have one blue eye and one green (or was it brown?) eye and that he could flip pancakes in the air while making them. Silly as it seemed when she was young, he came along and at just the right moment, fitting her recipe exactly.

Will Nigel actually be the man I have described above? Most likely not. However, he will love me, worship the ground I walk on, and still find me beautiful after 25 years, that I know.

So hurry up and get here, would you?