It's one love, we get to share it.

I'm a ridiculously lucky human being. Sinus infections, faux pregnancy pooch, and the fact that I haven't yet met Robert Pattinson aside, I know how fortunate I am. Dr. X is an amazing husband and father. But, well... We've been together awhile.

These days, he's not picking me up for a really bad Sylvester Stallone movie - which is then followed by coffee at Denny's that turns into a three-hour discussion about everything from world peace to whether country music should ever be played on Top 40 radio. Dating my husband now involves little talking, but dinner with the movie at one of those all-inclusive theatres. We do this mostly so we can maximize babysitting dollars. If a bleu cheese burger and James Bond doesn't spell romance, I don't know what does. But when Dr. X holds my hand as James brings out another Baretta to knock down a dozen bad guys, I am gooey puppy love all over again.

In love and life, I'm a fan of happy endings. Romance is real. It's not just silly Meg Ryan or John Cusack rom/coms. "Serendipity" = too sweet. "Must Love Dogs" = must love something. "Sleepless in Seattle" = I'd rather sleep. Fairy tales, circa 2008, can happen, just with a twist. They exist along with piles and piles of dirty laundry, potty-training toddlers and life's little headaches like bills, jobs and yard work. "When Harry Met Sally" = meet reality.

Yesterday, my good friend, Al, told me he is getting married. In fact, I think he drove all the way over to my house to pick up food for a party - food he didn't really need for said party - to tell me so.

"I just wanted to tell you before someone else did," he admitted, sheepishly.

"Eeeek!" I screeched. "Are you serious? Oh my God! How did you do it?"

"OK, look," he said, bursting my hearts-and-flowers bubble. "It's not like that. It wasn't some big show. She even gave me the stock number for the ring she wanted. You've got to remember, I've been down this road before."

Al is divorced and his ex-wife is definitely the worst sort. He is good to be rid of her, but he was a lonely man following their separation. Al filled his life with all sorts of things to keep himself busy, but, for him, he needed someone to share it with. And he found her, his new soon-to-be bride, and I am thrilled for him.

His fairy tale was definitely on the fast track - from dating to engagement in 10 months - but, in comparison, there are people in my own family who've moved at warp speed when finding a mate. Even Sleeping Beauty woke up, kissed the prince and knew where her life was headed before she'd brushed her teeth, right? Who says that we are required to go in a particular order where romance is concerned? When it's right, it's right. Head over heels and all that. You hold on to one another and hope for the best. There just isn't time to do anything but trust.

All we need is love. And a James Bond movie.