The Frog Prince

You've heard the saying that a woman has to kiss a lot of frogs before she finds her prince charming. That old fairy tale about the princess who kisses a from and it turns into her prince charming is obviously following the same train of thought. Well I don't know how many frogs Marsha kissed before me, but I was definitely a frog when Marsha first kissed me, and in her eyes I eventually became her prince charming. I know the first time we dated she absolutely thought I was a frog, in fact she didn't even want to ever see me again. I was in many ways a real loser. I'm not here to say that Marsha's kisses were magical in any serious way, but somehow in the light of her love magically I began to be transformed. I'm watching the movie "Shallow Hal" that I recorded on my DVR. I can identify. I looked at people in very shallow ways. When I was rector in Whitman we spent a lot of time working on our relationship as empty nest second half of marriage people. For one date I took her to the place in Bridgewater where I first realized that I loved her, and told her about how I realized I absolutely loved her. It was simply a parking place on the street by the dining hall building. We sat in the car and talked about anything and everything. She was bright and intelligent and funny and interesting. She was a real woman with a strong identity and a woman with courage and convictions. She had a depth that won my heart. I still wasn't a prince charming not even her prince charming but metamorphosis had begun, I was in her spell and the rest was history.