Finding Happy.

There is a line in a song from the movie "Footloose" that phrases “Where have all the good men gone and where are all the Gods?". There could be no truer statement utter in any language to date. I do not utter those words to be a cynic, as the wife of a new found friend has pointed out that I am. I say those words in response to a growing custom of men, and women I must add, that are so perplexed by the way society is that they are no longer optimistic about anything in life, including the opposite sex. I must admit, I am included in that portion of the people who have given up waiting for the knight in shining armor or the maiden to let down her hair. I feel that long gone are the days of our grandparents where true love was not just something that was talked about but actually happened. Men loved their wives passionately and without fail and women needed their men in their lives not because it was expected but because it was their honor and their privilege. I can say that I do not feel jaded in thinking that my children will never see this for my parents are the epitome of the cliché of the happy couple. My father is so deeply devoted and in love with my mother that there is no hope of recovery. I can only hope that my two darling boys take it all in and see that it is how you really love a woman. Totally and hopelessly without holding back, regardless of what the future might hold.
In our day and age, I feel we have forgotten the ways of Bogart and Hepburn. I think we have misplaced that romantic notion somewhere. So many of us have built walls that are unbreakable that we have forgotten how to take them down when someone wants to be let in. A friend of mine views this as a fine line between possible or probable. How have we gotten this far gone in the world of romance or just in life? We need to find ourselves again amongst the ruins of relationships past, present, and future. We cannot hold back because of the hurt or anguish that we might have felt at the hands or hearts of someone else. Someone may be out there, right in front of us, which is that perfect solution to "HAPPY". For me, I just go with the flow. I know that I tuck those angels in at night and I smile. I know that someday my "happy" will happen. It may be soon, it may be when I am 80, but it will happen. My happy could be just being me, who knows. I know that I am happy just being a mom, but I know that maybe one day I will enjoy being someone Else's "happy" just as much.