The Lake House is my favorite movie. It came out in 2006, and it was one of the rare movies that Micah and I saw together in the movie theaters.
When Micah and I first met, it was at the Tampa stake center at a youth conference. We still have the song that we danced to the last night as a special memory, something that "makes" us, a pivotal moment in history, our history, that changed my life forever. In a way, The Lake House is like our song.
In May of 2006, Micah and I had a terrible fight, the final "breaking straw" in a long line of ups and downs in the fighting drama of our marriage. For a short, and pain staggering time, we separated. We loved each other very much still, and had a strong desire to make our marriage work. Somehow, in the short four weeks that we lived apart from one another, we made enough significant changes in our individual lives to finally learn how to twain be one flesh.
We decided to date again. Not just going out when we could. Not getting a babysitter, really dating. Letter writing, softening our hearts, yearning for and needing one another. So, on a Friday night, very much pregnant with our fourth child, on a for real date with the husband I had almost lost, we got pizza and a movie. A chic flick, a movie I picked out and wanted to see. We saw The Lake House. A movie about waiting it out through the hard times, being patient, about true love and long suffering.
So we stayed up late tonight and watched The Lake House again. It always seems like the right thing to do whenever I'm sad, or feeling sorry for myself. After getting sick again, and feeling like I'm going through some kind of depression or something, Micah made chocolate chip cookies and told me to turn it on; our movie. I did. The next time you're feeling down why don't you turn it on too?
Disclaimer: There is some mild foul language; but most offensive of all is the taking of the Lord's name in vain in this movie. A very sad truth, and it is done twice.
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