Saturday, January 14, 2012

we bought a zoo

i love cameron crowe films.
i loved almost famous...of course, I did, that was the first movie my boyfriend-turned-husband and I went to in the theatre...and it was good...not just b/c we were on a date...but, b/c it was Cameron Crowe's creation...his use of music is so perfectly artistic and deep.
i loved elizabethtown. we loved it.  it made us feel brave, or something.  i still have the soundtrack (remember when we used to buy soundtracks?) that ringo gave me for valentine's day. 
and tonight, i loved we bought a zoo.  i knew, right away that this story was Cameron's film...he took this man and and his true story, and painted it beautifully.  i spent most of the movie crying...uttering the same prayer that i found myself uttering as i lifted my head one last time before falling asleep in Savannah, about wanting to live...about wanting to savor moments and memories with this amazing and beautiful family that God has so beautifully created.  like the husband who had lost his wife, in the movie, i  found myself sorting through my own clips of our life together. 
i love another Author/Story Producer/life writer...i like the story He's written of us...and, it's as i realize just how much i love this tiny little story i've been given, i realize that perhaps, ours is a little bit rare.  and i really really want to hold onto it.  gone are all of the problems and pain and hurts of our pasts...all i want is us.  i realize and forget in the same breath, that i have been sick...and i just want my husband and our children.  i just want to love this one life i've been given.  none of the drama matters.  not location, occupation, others, or even extended family.  just us.  just our tiny little story together in this tiny tiny little speck of existence on earth.  it's films like we bought a zoo that make everything stop, and sitting in that theatre, you turn and look, and only his face is in your view and only he, and the two tiny hands holding yours on each side of you are the only ones you see and's times like these when it all comes into perfect vision.  nothing else matters to us...nothing but our own little redemptive story, nothing.  the story already written for us, the story He has given us to live. 
he is a handsome man. this husband of mine.  i have so many snapshots of the life we've had together, engraved deep in my my heart forever.  we were just kids when we met.  all odds were against us...we were told this...but God thought otherwise...He weaved a beautiful beautiful story, I am so incredibly blessed.  who knew what the future would hold, that in it were children, and cities, and houses, and illness, and moves, and courage, and faith, and trusting, and turkeys ;o) being sick, living in this place, even dealing with stressful people, it's not so bad when you've been given this.  nothing else really matters when you realize how short your story is. 
Donald Miller (ha! it's been awhile since i've quoted him) always talks about the credits rolling in our lives...
what happens when the credits roll in yours? was your story a good one? well lived?
wow.  all that, just to tell you to go see we bought a zoo.