One day the maiden met a handsome, chivalrous knight. She admired him for his integrity, intelligence, humor and ambition. She was constantly impressed with his ability to balance being a God-fearing Christian, with a sense of humor (and occasionally being squirt-milk-out-the-nose silly.) She adored the mischievous twinkle in his eye and his, somewhat, roguish grin.
After a long day of performing knightly duties, he enjoyed swapping his suit of armor for a worn pair of blue jeans. He found joy in exploring the sights and sounds of his own kingdom and also in experiencing the wonders of other kingdoms, both near and 'far, far away.' His appreciation for art and culture was complemented by his appreciation for a day at the local jousting tournament (or ball game). He enjoyed tossing darts or knocking around some billiard balls as much as enjoying a good movie at home.
The knight cherished his maiden for her compassionate and loving nature. He was enthralled by her zest for life, optimistic outlook and her playful spirit. Yes, he even loved her adorable bratty streak (it's an endearing trait, really.) In her, the knight had finally found a transparent soul; honesty without pretense. Her sense of adventure, willingness to try new things and her love of learning gave him a welcomed challenge and kept him on his toes. She was emotionally generous and physically affectionate. Along with her knack for making the best cookies in the kingdom, her ability to set up a tent and bait her own hook made her a rare treasure, indeed.
It mattered not, to the knight, that she wasn't drawn like a Disney princess. She was physical enough to hold her own in a good-natured wrestling match (but completely helpless in a tickle-fight.) She could throw a ball hard enough to make his hand sting and she plays an impressive 3rd base. She can happily tromp up a mountain trail (rain or shine), then turn around and kick on heels and a dress. He loved her with a fierce passion, which she returned, and would have gladly slain any dragon on her behalf (even a really big one with huge teeth and stinky breath. - She would settle for the slaying of an occasional marauding spider.)
One day, the knight decided that he couldn't live another day without his maiden forever by his side. Wisely, he made sure he didn't have to. He swept her off her feet and whisked her away to his estate on his fiery stallion*. There, exploring their deepest passions and desires, they lived happily ever after
Ok... so I get that relationships are not all fairy tales. Even chivalrous knights sometimes leave their coat of mail on the floor or glops of bean dip on the table when they have their favorite knights-buddies over for the big game. It doesn't take a wand-waving fairy god-mother for there to be a happily ever after... just a belief that the happy ending is possible, and the willingness to work for it .
* Fiery stallion optional.