It snowed last night. Nothing major, just a few inches, but enough to cover my pumpkins in the front yard. It made me happy. And then, magically, something made me even happier. Let me set the scene.
Almost every night, at about 9pm, my day ends. All mouths are fed and relatively happy, kitchen is closed, work emails have slowed down or mercifully died – and I am tucked in for some series tuning-out-the-world time (my husband’s a lucky man right?).
One of the most used tools in my home isn’t the oven, it’s the DVR. But last night, I didn’t need it. No reality shows for me. Nope. It was me, Robert De Niro, Meryl Streep – and Metro North.
Have you seen Falling in Love? Yes? Ok so you get it. No? Please, go rent it, or itune it, or Red Box it. It’s so good and heartbreaking and wonderful. It’s about two married people who slowly, gently become friends and fall in love on a morning commute. Not exactly your Ryan Gosling/Tatum Channing romantic comedy – but you’ll love it.
Because my husband loves me, because he knows me – he got the computer, put on his earphones and left me alone for an hour and a half. To all you young lovers out there – this is equivalent to flowers and jewelry for a couple that’s been together for more than 2 decades. Trust me. It’s the height of romance.
Go watch the movie – preferably with a quiet, ignored house.
