Post Script to my review below. A piece of synchronicity.
As we were watching the movie on DVD late at night, I was sitting to my wife’s left on the couch. Our two-year-old daughter was sitting to her right, because the little %^&* wouldn’t go to sleep so we let her sit up with us.
At one point in the flick, I can’t recall which – but it made a point about couples having to keep their passion alive through all the day-to-day stuff.
So I siddled up close to my lady and kissed her passionately.
If I were still a smoker, that’s when I’d have leaned back and lit up.
So I looked over, and there on the other side of her was a blond, curly-headed angel with her face turned up, eyes closed, lips puckered up, waiting to be kissed.
So of course, I had to lean across my wife and kiss her too.
Then I started to laugh. Doesn’t that say it all about what happens to love among the grown-ups?
Some of you know exactly what I mean.
As for the rest of you, be patient. With any luck, you will.