We met when one story ended... and this story began. I mean, we never hear about the former beaus of princesses of long ago. All we care about is the man who allowed Snow White to get quality shut eye before gently waking her with a kiss and hopefully strong coffee; or the understanding man who cared about Cinderella's adorable heels and recognized the need for matching footwear.

Our thirst for Happily Ever After is not dependent upon the one that could have been or used to be; instead, it is solely reliant on the one that is.........

In this particular story, the prince asked his leading lady for a dance to a Pat Green song which led to many more dances.... two stepping in our kitchen.