I’ve had special little pieces of art hiding about my house for years, waiting to be framed. Some are not so much “high art,” but they make me happy whenever I see them. I’ve decided I want to see them more often, and visiting my “to-be-framed-and-hung-eventually” drawer is no longer sufficient.

Carpe Diem.
(Seize the wall.)

One said piece (and this is high art), is the underside of a book jacket. The book is As You Wish by Cary Elwes, and is a reflection on the filming and aftermath of the almost 30-year-old movie, The Princess Bride.

I love this movie. I loved it when I saw it in the theatre with my mom, I loved it when I watched it as an almost married woman, and I loved it when I watched it with my kids. I never really knew why, exactly, and I’m sure the why has changed over the years, but now? Now, I love it because it reminds me what it’s like to be lost in a story of epic romance and stupid dumb odds.

Sometimes, it’s too easy to get lost in the Fred Savage way of thinking, and focus on reality: the nuts and bolts of relationship, the facts that don’t measure up in love, the ridiculousness of still hoping when hope is a fool’s hiccup. I got lost under those covers, and it did feel like a bad head cold.

There is still and always something inside a romantic’s heart (I suppose I’m admitting I have one) that knows connection across time and space is possible. There is no amount of age or damage through the days that can take that knowledge away, unless you let it.

I don’t want to let the years wear that cornerstone down.

I’m gonna hang this on my wall to remind me they don’t have to.

Metaphorically speaking, I find it ironic that I never hung this because it didn’t fit any frames I owned or could buy.

No. Epic love is like that.

Custom made and hard to find.