We were just sitting there in my living room. My neighbor and I. We talked and chatted as our children played in the other room. Our conversation turned to my religion: Mormonism. I told her she could ask me any quetions that she wanted. In fact, I love to be asked questions. It cracks me up to hear what people think about our "crazy" ideas. We laughed and had a good time. And then she said something that I hope that I will never forget. I was telling her that James and I had never tasted alcohol, never tried a cigarette. And craziest of all, neither one of us had sex before marriage. Her jaw dropped. She sat there speechless. She questioned, "Are you serious?" I nodded. Her response, " That...that, that's...like a Fairytale." I sat there stunned as well. Why is it that sometimes it takes experiences like these to bring to our knowledge how blessed we are? Yes, I guess my marriage is like a Fairytale. Our Fairytale. And yes, James is one of my greatest blessings that all to often I seem to take for granted. So I guess all that I have to say is this: Thank you James. Thank you for making all of my dreams come true. I love you.