“You’re so lost, you do not even know what eggs you like!” said a very furious Richard Gere as he paced to and fro in front of a very confused Julia Roberts. “That’s called, changing your mind,” she explained.
“No, that’s called not having a mind of your own!”
Have you seen this movie? Runaway Bride? I am a self-confessed Julia Roberts fan! I watched a lot of her movies when I was younger – Notting Hill, Pretty Woman, including the film I just mentioned. AAAH those were the days when Hugh Grant was a passable celebrity crush of our generation.
Fast-forward to the point – the ending.
Her last few lines were subjects of my daydreams when I was a teenager that I prayed that my love story would turn out that way in the future (of course, God was a better story writer than Josann McGibbon and Sara Parriott). I thank Him for that.
Maggie Carpenter: I love Eggs Benedict, I hate every other kind.
I am a Maggie Carpenter. I love Eggs Benedict, even though poaching is not a traditional way of cooking; only because it takes effort.
I wonder whether what Richard Gere said was true in the movie. Should you really know how you like your eggs to be cooked? Is not knowing a telltale sign that you are living somebody else’s life instead of your own? Whatever the answer is, I am glad André and I know how we want ours to be done. Mornings became easier that way. If his choice of meals were a test, I would have aced it, only because he told me beforehand what kind of food he likes.
Mornings became a sweet routine actually, composed of the same old rice meals (the silogs as we call them in the Philippines) and eggs on toasts. We have a list of his and her preference going on each day – like my stomach could not digest rice as part of the first meal of the day, while André’s breakfasts could not survive without it. I just discovered how we are pretty much different from each other in so many ways, but I am thankful that we move like clockwork on things that matter. We have been in sync in convictions, faith and principles and I truly glorify the Lord for that. He has shaped our hearts and lives to move as one, just as He intended.
Married life is pretty much the same as when we were still single, only better – we get to do more things together and no more going home to our individual houses for we have our own; on that note, I get to hug André more often (hihi cringe), not to mention serve him better by taking care of his needs and making sure everything is in tip-top condition at home. In other words, I am where I want to be and our days as a married couple is everything I dreamed it to be.