WHERE DID PRINCE CHARMING GO

WHERE DID PRINCE CHARMING GO
Wednesday, December 10, 2025 by Linda Wood Rondeau

Categories: MUSINGS / RELATIONSHIPS

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Many waters cannot quench love: rivers cannot wash it away

(Song of Songs 8:7a)

Christmas circa 2002

He opened his Christmas gifts first, then, dancing with anticipation, handed me my present. The gift bag was securely closed with a ridge of scotch tape, evidence of his own hand in this artful presentation.

I exercised all the pre-opening rituals: gently stroking the outside, carefully shaking it near the ear, and complimenting the packaging, as well as the obligatory, “Thank you, Honey.” I even ventured a few guesses.

“Jewelry?”

“No.”

“Well, judging by the shape, it’s probably not candy.”

“You’re right. It’s not candy.”

“Pajamas! Silk, right?”

“No. It’s not pajamas, but you’re getting closer. Go ahead. Open it.”

In an instant, I popped the row of scotch tape and looked inside the satiny red wrapping bag. I froze in disbelief as I stared at what my husband deemed the perfect gift—A SHOWER MASSAGE!

I was thoroughly convinced the romance was more than dead. It was beyond resuscitation. In fact, it was stone cold.

What more should I expect? After all, we’ve been married for twenty-five years.

Romance needn’t die just because our hair has turned gray and our body dimensions have expanded. Didn’t he see me as attractive anymore?

“For me?” I feigned pleasure.

“Well, it’s really for both of us. That’s why I spent a little extra.”

Since we bought an expensive item as a mutual Christmas present to each other, we set a personal gift limit of $25. He went over the top to $30.

“You shouldn’t have,” I said honestly.

“I know you said you wanted jewelry. Surprised?”

“Oh, yes. I’m speechless!”

At some point over the past couple of decades, the Prince Charming I married went through a metamorphosis. The handsome suitor who used to buy me Russell Stover Chocolates had now emerged as an aged athlete peddling Mr. Coffee.

When had practicality replaced sentimentality? I wanted to tell Joe DiMaggio to take a hike, find my misplaced fairy godmother, and tell her to bring back Prince Charming.

Joe DiMaggio was waiting for my reaction. I muttered a half-hearted, “Gee. Thank you.”

“Pour yourself another cup of coffee and relax while I get the shower massage ready for you.” He took the monstrosity from the bag and, with his toolbox in hand, bounded up the steps like a schoolboy at recess.

The sounds of contented whistling could be heard downstairs while I stared into my coffee, hoping to find some definition of middle-aged wedded bliss.

“All set,” he beamed. “You first! After all, it is your present.”

“That it is.” I trudged to the upstairs bathroom, took off my robe, and stepped into the wide-spread spray. To my pleasant surprise, the steamy mist enveloped my senses. I felt as if I had just entered a sauna.

Well, now. This is nice. I took the showerhead in hand and experimented with the dial. Suddenly, reams of pulsating gushes hit my arthritic joints. I let my mind drift, imagining I was under a waterfall in Tahiti. Hey, I thought. This is not bad. Not bad at all.

Maybe he wasn’t so far off the mark after all, I mused.

When there was no more hot water, I reluctantly turned the shower off, towel-dried, put on my bathrobe, and wandered downstairs.

Joe DiMaggio was anxiously awaiting the umpire’s verdict. “Well?” He looked like an innocent child who had just given his mother a wilted dandelion, waiting for a hug of gratitude.

“It’s out of the ballpark, Slugger. A grand slam homerun.”

He smiled his cute little boy smile. Behind his youthful grin, I saw the beam of love in his eyes. I recognized the faded but familiar royalty with whom I fell in love so many years ago. Joltin’ Joe had not completely taken over.

I lifted my heart toward Heaven. Thank you for my mate, Lord. Prince Charming still lived inside that paunchy but adorable man, and he knew exactly what this tired, achy body needed.

PRESENT DAY ADDENDUM

Today is our 48^th anniversary. I am blessed to still be in love with my wonderful Prince Charming!