My True Companion

In each of the vows Jay and I wrote when we got married, we each, somewhere promised to put the other person first. Then we would always value the needs of the other person. And while this has always been honored, in a relationship there is usually one giver and one taker. One who at least does a little more than the other in one way and the other one compensates in some other way. In our relationship, I'll admit that Jay is the giver of gifts, of romance, of words, of beauty. I, on the other hand, am the giver of undivided attention and quality time. But Jay is the truly generous one. And I value this more than anything else he can give me.

Saturday afternoon Jay and I went to see The Time Traveler's Wife. We had been trying to get to the new Harry Potter movie since it came out last month, without being able to do so because instead we'd had get togethers with friends for birthdays or evenings on the beach with drinks and food. So now we were able to get my mom to babysit in the afternoon to go to a matinee. We usually go to see things in the order that they come out or of importance to one another, taking turns. So being that Jay read all of the HP books within the first couple of nights of coming out and seen the movies as soon as they made it to the theaters, I had been depressed for the past couple of weeks and he knew that I'd read the Time Traveler's Wife and reallly wanted to see it.

So what did he do? He selflessly put my desires above his in effort to alleviate my sadness and make me happy by taking me to the movie I wanted to see. And yes, we both are romantics and love good love stories. Watching a movie where we could feel the characters' love for one another, irrelevant of time or circumstance, that they will do anything and sacrifice everything for one minute together, with the love of my life is a treasure. It reminds me of all that we went through to be together and how we wouldn't change a thing. We both loved the movie and cried at the end. I love that about us. We and he can do that. It makes me feel as though in those moments the beats of our hearts join one another and find their rhythm to beat as one. That is how our love is. This is when I fall all over again.

Not to mention that he opens the car doors for me still and closes them. He lets me choose the music, although we are so busy talking (not Liam related stuff but things that are about us). In the movies he lifts the arm rest and I reach for his hand, I put my legs up on his. Then we can't wait to discuss the movie on the way home.

On the way home from the movie, right across the street of the library there was a snapping turtle trying to cross the street, ever so slowly. So what does he do? He stops, turns the car around, and at the risk of his hand, he gets out of the car, pushes it and picks it up, placing it on the grass so that it doesn't get run over. Did I say that I love this man to the depths of my being? After all this time we are still dancing to our wedding son by Marc Cohn's, My True Companion.