Living the Sweet Life: A Love Story

By Alisa Murray Nationally recognized portrait artist and award-winning columnist.

By Alisa Murray Nationally recognized portrait artist and award-winning columnist.

200-alisaOnce upon a time in a land called the Carolinas, there lived a little boy named Brian and a little girl named Alisa. They went to school together, played in the school yard together and rode the same school bus home. In elementary school, Brian held Alisa’s hand when she cried and missed her mother, and in high school, he listened on the phone as she lamented over his best friend being a “turd,” which high school boys are prone to be. Eventually, Brian let Alisa in on a little secret: He was in love with her, and the rest, as they say, is history.

If you ever get the chance to find your best friend, and that person is also your lover, your soulmate, your, well, your everything, then you understand where I speak from is a place in my heart that only really someone who has been there could understand. It’s a wonderful thing to be married, and the reason I feel this way is obviously because of my experiences.

Twenty-five years have passed in what seems like a blink of an eye. Life has happened, children have been lost, born and raised and almost leaving our nest. We have had grandparents and parents pass, and through it all, together we have stood. It seems a difficult thing now to actually exist without him.

200-alisabrian150-alisabrianOver the years, Brian and I have realized that there are many types of marriages. Marriages mean different things to different people, even still in different cultures. What I have recognized is that there are people who are married who truly are fitted for one another. They fancy the other’s moves in the world, and in their private spaces, they care so deeply for one another that they exist as one. Other marriages occur with the hopes of evolving to the point of finishing sentences, and somewhere, there is a divide, whether in interests or newfound distractions, and the couple is not focused intently on one another. This is the recipe for divorces, affairs and other misadventures in married life. Unfortunately, this is too often the case.

My grandparents loved in the way that I love Brian. I told Brian when I married him if he turned out to be half the man my Big Daddy was, then we would be just fine. He adored my Granny. He called her “Mommy,” and she loved him back just as fiercely.

And the story continues. Once upon a time in a land called the Carolinas, the two had gone to school together, and they played together in the school yard.  One day, when they were in high school, they were sitting on a bench, and while holding her hand, he asked her for it for forever. They had babies and lost babies, most notably her own mother, and that nearly killed them both.  But, they grew more together and found the strength together.

He showed me what it meant to be truly in love, and I thank God every day for my sweet and loving Brian. We are so blessed to be one of the fortunate who are perfectly paired. Life is so short, and what we have is so special. I’ll say it like Big Daddy surely would have said to Granny, “I love you ‘good!’” Happy 25th anniversary my darling! I am treasuring every day we have together!

Take care of EACH OTHER!