Marriage is about sacrifice, right?
I may not always do a great job of putting my husband's needs above my own, but I proved this week that when it comes to the
really important things in life,
I'll do anything to show my honey how much I love him.
On Sunday, May 23rd, at 6:00 pm CST, I did not watch the final (as in EVER!) episode of this:
I started watching LOST five years ago. We were still living in Chicago at the time. Actually, the kids and I were living in Chicago at the time. Marc had moved back to the Blue House (you'll have to read here for that whole story) in January to start a new job. He commuted back to Chicago every weekend for six months. The kids were young, and I was tired. So tired that every night I would get those kids in bed by 7:00. Not as in "Hey kids, it's seven. Time for bed." No, we finished our last book, said our prayers, sang our last song, and kissed good-night -- all before 7:00! Most nights I'd spend my alone time on the computer or working on my Bible study lesson, but one summer night I turned on the TV and started watching this show about a plane that crashed on an island. I recognized that it was the hit show LOST I had read about in the paper -- they were replaying the first season through the summer months. I was hooked almost immediately. Every week I couldn't wait for a new (repeat) episode. Every night when I talked to Marc on the phone, I'd tell him how much he'd love this show.
"It has just enough of a science fiction twist for you. Polar bears on a tropical island, Honey!"
He was not convinced.
When our family was finally reunited at the Blue House, I bought the DVD set of the first season and I begged him to watch it with me. I couldn't believe how much he did not want to watch it. It's not like his standards for television or movies are that lofty, but he had it in his head he was not going to like it. But he finally caved, and it was just like the old Life cereal commercials.
He likes it! Hey, Mikey! {smug grin}
Since then, we have not missed an episode. It is our show. Last fall, even though we downgraded our cable to the basic, basic, basic package, we added the DVR just so we could record LOST. We'd get all excited for each other when one of us would make a LOST discovery, like the time I was reading one of the Narnia books to Ryne and Grace and discovered how The Others (possibly) got their non-name. You would have thought we discovered gold in our backyard.
So why didn't I watch the big conclusion on Sunday? Why have I been holding my hands over my ears all week, yelling
la, la, la, la, la, la, la...
or holding my hand over the computer screen every time I log on the internet?
Because my darling husband had to leave Sunday afternoon for a business trip to California. He had to be at a meeting Monday morning, making Sunday the only time he could leave. It has been killing me all week, not knowing what happened. You should have seen me watching the clock while it was airing.
tick... tick... tick...
But as much as I wanted to watch it Sunday night, it would not have been the same without my husband by my side. Yes, you may gag now.
Marc should be home in the next hour or so, but it's really too late for us to watch it tonight.
Says he. I'm just fine sacrificing any productivity tomorrow to stay up tonight and watch it.
Instead, tomorrow night will be our last LOST date. Anna is helping me plan a special LOST-themed dinner and she will be babysitting while we get lost in LOST for the last time.
Or maybe not. We both think it would be pretty neat to watch the whole series through again.
WARNING: You will be forever banned from this blog if you give me so much as a tiny hint of anything that happened on the show. : )