Love and Other Drugs

We watched this movie last night, and TH and I loved it. I thought it might have been too sappy for him, but I was wrong (gladly).

The part I can't shake (spoilers ahead, if you haven't seen it) is when Jamie runs down the bus and in his little affirmation in which he tells Maggie he needs her and they need each other, she tells him she can't ask him to take care of her when she gets sick. (She has Parkinson's at 26.) He simply looks at her and tells her she didn't. He's there to gather her up because she'll never ask, but he wants to take care of her. She feels guilt for sidling someone young and upward-moving with her self-proclaimed Sick Girl status. He loves her enough for it not to matter.

Sound familiar?

I don't have to ask, but I know that's part of the reason TH loved the movie. The guilt I used to feel was like a houseful of bricks on my chest. He never asked for this, but he stood there like the solid man like he is, carrying me more times than I can count.

So, yes, it's Mother's Day, but my God, my day wouldn't be what it is without Babel and TH. Each one of us made today a happy, happy day, one that I am forever grateful for.

As always, I wish each of you still hoping and waiting for a day filled with patience and love. I hope that by this time next year, you'll somehow be holding your child and feeling honored on this day.

XO,
K