Yesterday afternoon, Brian came into the bedroom where I was sitting on the bed, reading. He said, "Will you come watch something with me that I think you will find uplifting and inspiring?" Now, I've seen Brian's taste in movies and it rarely matches my own. I hesitated and asked, "What is it?" The look on my face plainly told him I didn't believe *I* would find it uplifting or inspiring. He looked pained and said, "I want you to learn to trust me." So, for the sake of the marriage I put on my "I'm doing this for the sake of my marriage" face and went out to the living room. Brian had gotten me a glass of ice water and some snacks so I would be comfortable. Darn, but that was kind. What if I hated the movie? How would I be able to sit through and hour and a half of schlock? He had the movie queued up and hit play. I watched the whole thing without blinking once, it felt like. It was amazing. A story about a ha