I went to see Wicker this week with some girlfriends. I expected a fun movie and a conversation afterward, and I got both. I also came away with a fresh appreciation for my husband, which was a nice extra.
It happened while we were chatting after the movie. As we talked, I realized I have what I can only describe as a Wicker husband.
I don’t mean the spicy stuff. I mean the way he’s always doing little things to make my life better. Making me happy is something he takes pleasure in. He delights in it, and somehow our conversation about the movie brought that into focus.
None of this was new information about him. He was already that person before I went into the theater. But there was something lovely about recognizing a familiar quality from a different angle, in the middle of talking with my friends.
The little things are easy to fold into the everyday experience of being married. This week, I found myself appreciating the care behind them a little more clearly.
Anyway, Wicker was excellent fun. I’d recommend it. The unexpected fondness for my own husband was a particularly good part of the outing.
