Nobody does it better.

December 11, 2006

I went to the movies this weekend, a mini vacation for me.  I couldn’t wait to “get away” in the theatre, away from the not-so-glamorous realities of my life.  A friend came along, and we chatted about whether we’d like the movie or not.  My husband cheerfully stayed home with the kids. 

We went and saw the new James Bond flick, Casino Royale.  Let me tell you, the critics are spot on:  this movie rocks, and Daniel Craig is what the youngsters these days refer to as H-O-T.

After the movie, my friend and I were driving home, talking about the new Bond’s general good looks.  I reflected on the love affair that this James and his Bond girl have.  These are some seriously good-looking people and there’s sexy stuff going on here.  I thought about how I sometimes don’t feel so attractive these days…my “sexiness” (if I ever had it) seems to have evaporated in the face of motherhood and the routine of my suburban life.

But then we walked in the door, my friend and I, to a warm house that was alive with the aromas of a meal being made…a bottle of wine was open and breathing, waiting for us…I caught a glimpse of a beautifully set table, complete with taper candles.  My husband had made an amazing prime rib dinner…the kids were playing happily, content under his watchful eye.  I was reminded of the privileges of my life, and I was thankful for my husband who woos me like this.

The new James Bond is a treat for the eyes, but my guy is the real deal. 

…makes me feel sad for the rest.  Baby, you’re the best.

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