So Molly is in New York for a few days. Peter and I stayed with my parents Wed and Thurs so they could watch Peter during the day. He had a blast. Tonight, being Friday, Peter and I got a pizza and watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I'm kidding! Jeesh, don't freak out. We rented Shrek 4 [which may have been pushing it - those witches and that Rumpelstiltskin were creepy. Don't worry Honey, we didn't get any pizza on the couch or carpet].
I really liked the movie. Did you know that on our honeymoon Molly and I saw Shrek 2? I really like the love story in the Shrek movies. The imperfection. It helps me. I struggle with my flaws and frailties. I am not comfortable with them. I don't like them to be seen by others. For example I have always been a little embarrassed that we went and saw Shrek on our honeymoon. It just seems... mundane? Granted that you can't spend your entire honeymoon doing certain things, but I always felt like it was... weak. Not "grand" enough for such a special occasion. But we were poor, and we'd already been biking, hiking, the alpine slide and Olympic park [We came to Park city on our honey moon]. I hadn't planned anything else. So we went and saw Shrek 2.
Do you remember the video that Molly posted a few months ago? The speech on vulnerability from the TED conference? It definitely resonated with me because I struggle with the desire to hide my weaknesses, imperfections [perceived and real], and vulnerabilities from others. And since I perceive watching Shrek to be less than an ideal activity for a honeymoon, I have, as I said, always been a little embarrassed to acknowledge its place in our honeymoon [at least there were some other activities that were ideal to offset it, right?]. And yes, I understand that taking your bride to see a movie on your honeymoon is pretty minor as far as flaws are concerned; I'm starting off small here so cut me some slack.
So tonight as I watched Shrek, with Peter nestled in the crook of my arm, I thought about Molly and me. Our love, our struggles, our life together. Sometimes Molly tells me I am her rock, her knight in shinning armor etc [the things we men want to be for our wives]. Other times... well other times I am an ogre, mean smelly, selfish and undesireable. Frankly, sometimes Molly is too [and not just because she can kick butt like Fiona]. We are imperfect. [Sweettart, is it ok if I lump you in with me here? It helps me to be able to hold on to you as I try to admit I am flawed.]
Shrek has an "Its a Wonderful Life" kind of an experience [one of the greatest movies of all time by the way]. He loses sight of how good things really are, and gets stuck on the imperfections. He starts to think life would be easier without all his responsibilities as husband and father. When he is given his "wish" he realizes of course how great his life really is. He then has to fight his way back to his life. There is a line at the end of movie where the good has triumphed, Rumpelstiltskin has been vanquished and Shrek is together at last with Fiona. Fiona tells Shrek "you saved me" and Shrek replies "no, you saved me". I thought about Molly and I. As I thought about my imperfect Sweettart, who is stuck with her imperfect man I thought about how she has saved me, how she is saving me, about how I need her. This summer has been hard. We have struggled. There have been some uncomfortable "downs". That's just the way things go sometimes.
What started out has a fun guy's night ended with me thinking about all this stuff, but most particularly about my love, my Sweettart, my Molly. [At least after all the drinking was over and I put Peter to bed. Man can that kid down chocolate milk!!! One, two glasses and I am done, but that kid just keeps going and going]. I am lucky to have Molly and all her wild actor singer dancer craziness. I love her and the part she plays in my life. And this is not just chocolate milk hangover talking. It is now Sunday afternoon. I am trying to correct my spelling errors [I'm not going to mess much with the grammar - sorry Babe] and am still thinking about Molly. She will be home tomorrow evening and I am glad, because I love her.