The quote as the title of this post also accurately describes my feelings. I thought heroes were limited to men and women in uniforms: army, navy, marines, coast guard, air force, police officer, fire fighters, etc.... And I REALLY didn't believe in someone who could be my personal hero, my knight in shining armor, my prince charming.
So, be warned. This blog is sure to not be all about rainbows and butterflies. He's my fairytale, my king, my hero. This is a love story. But like all true love stories, like all real life, sometimes it'll be more like, this is how things suck... But he's my shining light through it all. He always has been, and he always will be.
As life fit that fairytale model, the hero fits the profile as well. He has been fearless, brave, and unfaltering. He set out on a quest. Ever since I met him 8 years ago, he has been on a journey to me. His quest took some interesting turns, like any hero's quest does. In metaphorical ways, he has gone to battle for me, time and time again. Over the years he nursed me back to health, time and time again. (All these steps were his story though, not so much mine...)
And then this year, he rescued me from certain death. That is not an exaggeration. Literally. It is 2013 and this man LITERALLY saved the life of this modern independent feminist. So my faith in fairytales has started, after 26 years of being a non-believer.
The posts that follow will be mixes, I am sure. Stories of his awesomeness. Stories of my sadness. But all throughout I am certain he will amaze me more and more every day.