It occurred to me, upon reading this article, that without even knowing it, I have done the impossible: I have married Mr. Darcy.
He, a proud, Texan, Pentecostal pastor’s son. She, a bookish introvert from an inferior social class, only pretty when seen through the eyes of someone who loves her. I am amazed by the caring, empathetic man he’s becoming, but Ryan’s still thoroughly Darcy. Devilishly handsome & clever, he will always make me weak at the knees.
"I see that this must be the most abiding female fantasy of all—to meet a proud, bad boy and to make him love us and only us."
"Because his creator wanted to believe that a man could love a woman for herself alone and, by believing it and writing it with transcendent talent, she made it true."
(In true Darcy form, Ryan hates Pride and Prejudice, of course.)
2012 has been a whirlwind of a year with many blessings, bittersweet moments, and surprises. We find ourselves newlywed and living a thousand miles away from our families. And, by God’s good grace, we’re content, at long last.
I’ll be snuggling up on our $13 couch tonight with my Darcy, our puppy, and a cheap bottle of sparkling cider. Lots of love from us to you. Here’s to 2013!