Grateful
I am lucky to have such an amazing person to share my life with.
He is strong for me when I cannot be.
He laughs with me daily, whether I feel like laughing or not.
He kisses me like it's our first kiss every time.
He gets me out of bed when I only want to sleep, and pushes me just hard enough so I don't break.
He knows in one word, or less, when the world is crashing down, and knows when to speak and when to be silent.
He never pretends with me, and always lets me see the brutal, honest truth.
He takes me as I am, faults and all, and loves me as much as a man ever loved a woman.
But the thing he does that makes me appreciate him the most is this.
When I choose to ignore the conventions of life, choose to chase a pipe dream, choose do things my own way, he supports me. Not just by sitting on the sidelines cheering me on, which would be enough. But instead, he is my proofreader, my chauffer, my editor, my punching bag. He gives up Sundays so I can bounce script ideas off of him. He gives up evenings to make sure everything gets done. He gives up countless hours to help me make shot lists and lighting plans and listens, really truly listens, to exactly what my vision is. And then he creates the vision, with a camera and lights or with a microphone and a recorder. He is with me every single step of the way, from concept to completion, of every film I take upon myself to create. When everything breaks, he fixes it. When everything goes perfectly, he is proud of me.
Tonight, as I prepare to shoot my third film, I am so greatful to have in my life a lover, a friend, and a partner.
He is strong for me when I cannot be.
He laughs with me daily, whether I feel like laughing or not.
He kisses me like it's our first kiss every time.
He gets me out of bed when I only want to sleep, and pushes me just hard enough so I don't break.
He knows in one word, or less, when the world is crashing down, and knows when to speak and when to be silent.
He never pretends with me, and always lets me see the brutal, honest truth.
He takes me as I am, faults and all, and loves me as much as a man ever loved a woman.
But the thing he does that makes me appreciate him the most is this.
When I choose to ignore the conventions of life, choose to chase a pipe dream, choose do things my own way, he supports me. Not just by sitting on the sidelines cheering me on, which would be enough. But instead, he is my proofreader, my chauffer, my editor, my punching bag. He gives up Sundays so I can bounce script ideas off of him. He gives up evenings to make sure everything gets done. He gives up countless hours to help me make shot lists and lighting plans and listens, really truly listens, to exactly what my vision is. And then he creates the vision, with a camera and lights or with a microphone and a recorder. He is with me every single step of the way, from concept to completion, of every film I take upon myself to create. When everything breaks, he fixes it. When everything goes perfectly, he is proud of me.
Tonight, as I prepare to shoot my third film, I am so greatful to have in my life a lover, a friend, and a partner.