We saw The Others again last night. I love the movies- caramel goodness of the Milk Duds sticking to the backs of your teeth, the squeaky crunch of popcorn, the delighted shrieks of the girls just two seats over-- more hilarious because we knew what was coming and they didn't.
Then we went home and jumped on the trampoline. Amid delighted shrieks of "Dad! Laertes is trying to kiss me again!" and the frantic barking of the dogs, we laughed like we hadn't for a long time.
Clear starlit sky and peaceful coolness of the night-- it felt like summer as we walked through the field behind his house, even though I was wrapped up warm in a borrowed fleece jacket. We talked and talked and talked... and he made me realize that I'm not here for everyone else. Not always. I'm here for me, for my own happiness, and he asked me to remember that. He believes in me.
And that makes me believe in us again.