That movie... again?!

Little sweetheart, one of the things I’m doing through this week leading up to Saturday is watching some of our collections of Christmas movies. One of them that always makes me think of you is "Love, Actually". Not because it was one of your favorites but because I had never seen it before you and I met and then that first trip we took to England together I finally saw it on TV. 

Later after we got back and between me joining you in San Francisco or you coming back here to New York, we were on the phone one night. You had called and when I picked up you could hear the tv on in the background. You recognized what was playing instantly. 

"Are you watching that movie... again?!", you asked both incredulous and amused, knowing me so well. Yes, I had to admit, I’d bought it on DVD, even though it was July or something. 

I don’t know what it was that had so captured me, little sweetheart, but I suspect it was simply you. The way you had come into my life and opened my heart - like The Grinch’s growing three sizes that day - I was more vulnerable to the heartfelt, if you know what I mean. 

I know you do. And I’m so very grateful.