With the baby in bed, I decided to watch my favorite movie. Love Actually.
I love this film (and not just because it’s an Alan Rickman movie…) It’s got such a great message to it, as Hugh Grant narrates in the intro:
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge – they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion… love actually is all around.
I always cry like a fool when I watch this. Not tears of sadness. Tears of love, of empathy. If you haven’t seen it, the film follows several couples in their various stages of love: falling in love, marriage, a cheating husband, a husband grieving his wife’s death.
Despite it technically being a Christmas movie, I could curl up in it anytime. It’s the very definition of a feel good film. Everytime I see it, I think about the blessings I have in my life. I have a loving husband, a beautiful daughter. I have great parents, brother and (future) sister-in-law… I’m blessed to have some awesome friends: from the UK and Moldova to Mexico and El Salvador, friends from DC to Texas. I have a roof over my head, food in my kitchen, a car to drive.
It’s so easy to get caught up in the problems and stresses of life. It’s so easy to feel lost and alone. But like Hugh said….
love actually is all around.