That Enchanted Look...
Each time I see the movie, Enchanted, I fall more and more in love with it. It's such a great story of love, acceptance, being true to yourself, and 'letting go and letting love' and after watching it again last night I inducted 'So Close' (the dance scene) into my All Time Favorite Movie Scenes list. One day I'll share the entire list with you --the scene from Top Gun when Goose dies and Maverick throws his dog tags into the ocean makes the list--but for now, just let yourself get lost in this scene...
When Patrick Dempsey pulls away from their embrace and grabs an awestruck, appreciative, longing glance at ALL of Amy Adams, I think I die a little inside.
Which leads me to a little story (you knew that was coming didn't you?) of when a boy I was in love with looked at me like that. One day, many, many years ago, my boyfriend (who is now my Hubby) and I were going on a date. My mom had made me a gorgeous dress--which was not at all consistent with church standards which was weird come to think of it--white, form fitting, with a lace up back. It was stunning! I was still young and had a firm and fit body (I was a competitive swimmer) and my mom said that I looked gorgeous in it. Although I wasn't entirely comfortable in the dress, as it was a little more 'exposed' then I typically liked to wear, I couldn't seem to take it off. I felt like a princess...
So I wore it.
And when my boyfriend/hubby came to pick me up for our date he literally had to catch his breath when he looked at me.
He escorted me to the car, opened the door for me and kept glancing at me at me as I got in. As we were driving to Kamloops for our big date he kept looking at me--quick glimpses, long sideways glances--and gradually it became clear to me that he was having trouble concentrating on his driving. Then suddenly he pulled over to the side of the road.
And he got out of the car.
Honestly, at this moment I got a little scared. Picture it: a quiet highway; two teenagers, a car.... I'm embarrassed to admit that I would ever be suspicious that my husband would ever entertain such an idea but, hey, I'd watched enough teenager movies, I knew what was on most boys' minds.
He came around to my side of the car.
Opened the door.
Took me by the hand and pulled me out of the car.
Walked me around the outside of the car.
Kissed me...
And then opened the drivers' side door, sat me behind the wheel, and asked me to drive...
...so that he could spend the next hour of our trip staring at me in that dress.
I don't remember anything else about that date--don't remember what we did, what we ate, what we talked about---all I remember is how wonderful it made me feel when he looked at me like THAT.
Enchanted...
So I married the guy, just like in the movie, and we lived happily ever after...
So far.
And I hope that he continues to look at me like THAT for the rest of our lives...
When Patrick Dempsey pulls away from their embrace and grabs an awestruck, appreciative, longing glance at ALL of Amy Adams, I think I die a little inside.
Which leads me to a little story (you knew that was coming didn't you?) of when a boy I was in love with looked at me like that. One day, many, many years ago, my boyfriend (who is now my Hubby) and I were going on a date. My mom had made me a gorgeous dress--which was not at all consistent with church standards which was weird come to think of it--white, form fitting, with a lace up back. It was stunning! I was still young and had a firm and fit body (I was a competitive swimmer) and my mom said that I looked gorgeous in it. Although I wasn't entirely comfortable in the dress, as it was a little more 'exposed' then I typically liked to wear, I couldn't seem to take it off. I felt like a princess...
So I wore it.
And when my boyfriend/hubby came to pick me up for our date he literally had to catch his breath when he looked at me.
He escorted me to the car, opened the door for me and kept glancing at me at me as I got in. As we were driving to Kamloops for our big date he kept looking at me--quick glimpses, long sideways glances--and gradually it became clear to me that he was having trouble concentrating on his driving. Then suddenly he pulled over to the side of the road.
And he got out of the car.
Honestly, at this moment I got a little scared. Picture it: a quiet highway; two teenagers, a car.... I'm embarrassed to admit that I would ever be suspicious that my husband would ever entertain such an idea but, hey, I'd watched enough teenager movies, I knew what was on most boys' minds.
He came around to my side of the car.
Opened the door.
Took me by the hand and pulled me out of the car.
Walked me around the outside of the car.
Kissed me...
And then opened the drivers' side door, sat me behind the wheel, and asked me to drive...
...so that he could spend the next hour of our trip staring at me in that dress.
I don't remember anything else about that date--don't remember what we did, what we ate, what we talked about---all I remember is how wonderful it made me feel when he looked at me like THAT.
Enchanted...
So I married the guy, just like in the movie, and we lived happily ever after...
So far.
And I hope that he continues to look at me like THAT for the rest of our lives...
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