One Woman: Two Knights in Shining Armor

I have been working on a piece of collage art about the death of my dream of being saved one day by my knight in shining armor. If he hasn't come by age 71, I've concluded he must have been slain in battle.

So, imagine my delight last Saturday night to have one small, mysterious knight pop out of his bedroom fully dressed to fight for the honor of his queen. I was too stunned to gift him with my silken scarf. Oh, dare I hope that it is not too late for the knight to still appear? 

Does he know how long I've searched for the Holy Grail at thrift shops and garage sales and now he can take up the cause?

Do the books behind him signify that my knight is not only a warrior but the intellectual I have longed for all of my life? Oh, my heart, be still. 

Here is the mystery knight who vanished quickly leaving only a memory of glinting silver and a golden sword, but filled me with hope for the future.

Only moments later, another knight appeared in the living room and he was not masked like the man in silver and he beckoned me with a fetching grin, a grin that will break the hearts of women for years to come. 

"Hey, grandma, it's me--Henry," he shouted and admitted that he was also the silver knight who had eluded me only moments before. 

Here I have been looking in all the wrong places for all these years for my knight in shining armor. And now I know he lives only five miles away and is willing forever to uphold the honor of his grandma for all her days. 

Can anyone ask for much more than this in a lifetime?