I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out, I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich, I love when you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts, I love that after I've spent the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.Tonight it occurred to me that my wife always lets me be the one to select movies for us to watch at home. When we visit our local library, my wife is only concerned about loading up our children with wholesome books to read. Me, on the other hand, I'm always heading straight to the "New Release Video" section, hoping to find some gem. (More often than not, there isn't one.)
It's not that my wife doesn't care to be entertained. I think she just doesn't care to expend the effort it takes to stay on top of what's hot in Hollywood. The truth is, neither do I. We're both woefully out of touch with anything to do with trends in music, TV, and movies. My knowledge of movies is only gleaned in accidental fashion when an entertainment headline manages to squeeze its way into the hardcore news sites that I frequent.
But back to my wife, she simply trusts me whenever I tell her, "Hey, I got a great movie for us! I don't know what it's about, but the critics said good things about it!" Tonight we watched the library copy of "Crazy Heart." What a lovely movie--the kind you wished was an extra hour longer so that compressed plot points at the end of the film could be explored in more detail. And we were both drawn to the tender, human qualities of the movie's original songs. I reserved the CD soundtrack on our library's website just now, in fact.
I love my wife--she lets me drive the car, she lets me pick the movies.
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