I just finished watching The Village for the first time in years. I think the last time I watched it was my freshman year of college. It's one of Matt's favorites so we don't watch it very often, like me with Moulin Rouge and the original Indy movies. Anyways, I cried once again and am eagerly anticipating the next viewing, hopefully sooner than three years from now! M. Night is pure genius. All of his movies are vastly different and they are each unique in the industry. That is such a hard thing to come by nowadays. Everything seems to be either a remake or based on a book. Where is the originality? The imagination. Night has such a great mind. He makes his points without pointing any fingers. Much akin to Dr. Seus. (I still can't get off the Horton Hears A Who- "a person's a person no matter how small" platform) The Village is a masterpiece. A great romance, thought provoking, meaningful, mysterious, and a tad on the whimsical side before you figure it all out. Plus it has an all star cast. I'm in for Adrien and Joaquin alone. "The world revolves around love. It kneels before it in awe." I think this sums up the point of this movie. How true and untrue that one statement is. And how beautifully Night brought it together.

I'm reading the original Peter Pan for the first time. Shocker, I know. I can hardly believe it myself. Me who used to stare to the heavens at night wishing Peter would appear at my window and whisk me off to Never Land. I dreamy of fairy rings and midnight dances lighted by their own lights. I searched the seas over for mermaids of every color, even though I wasn't sure how pleasant a meeting that would be. I longed to fight the dreaded Captain Hook. And of course, to fly with Peter. The book tells the story of the true soul who didn't want to grow up. And he lost everything for it. When he was forced to grow up it nearly killed him, the grief. And this is his story. So sad the tale of James Barrie. And yet, he was able to inspire so much into children. My first love was Peter Pan and I wished he would come and take my hidden kiss. He is written to be a cocky little fellow, and we all know that's a certain charm of itself. And this land, this Never Land. Unattainable, and yet I feel we have all been there. We know it is real. Now as adults we try to stamp out all memory, but Barrie knew. And in the end he lost his wife, his friends, his sons, and his career over it. But it lives on through his most beloved story. I started the tale last night and am halfway through (it isn't a long book). With each page it climbs my favorites list. It has yet to top The Voyage of the Dawn Treader and The Count of Monte Cristo... But I have a feeling it might try reach number 1. Oh Peter, oh the cleverness of him!

The family I nanny for got a dog. I have decided I most definitely am not a dog person! I have always been a cat person, but I liked dogs too. But they smell, they're too eager, they're paws are always dirty, they are dependent, and they smell. Yes, I realize I repeated the first as the last. They smell! Uf you know anything about me you know I cannot handle certain smells. And dog is one of them. Even freshly bathed dog. Nope. Now, in years to come once we have a yard and a house, we will get our two German Shepherds as planned. We will breed these dogs if I get my way. But German Shepherds are different. It's like hiring Jack Bauer to be your personal security system. Or in our case, hiring Ender Wiggin since he is our dogs name sake. So not to fear, I am not a zero tolerance dog hater or anything, but I do no like dog. And this dog was even pretty sweet. She just smells and is far too eager. Cats always smell nice even after they've pooped. I constantly tell our cat she smells good. And they make you work for their affection... Well, some cats at least. And Emily is no exception. I do not like dogs. I still smell her all over me and I was only there for three hours today! And I have a month and a half left at this nanny position! Part of me seriously wants to quit! But the walking around money is nice.

I haven't been taking naps in the middle of the day since spring break. I just needed to get a good cycle going. I feel like I get so much more done during the day when I'm not sleeping. I used to come home from the preschool, ray lunch, be in bed by 1, and sleep until 3:30 when I woke up to leave for nannying. Yes, long naps. But my body would shut down if I didn't rest even though I was getting 6-8 hours of sleep each night. I would literally be worried about driving home from work at night because I was so tired. Now I feel much more refreshed and I go to bed more tired which means I sleep sounder. This is a much better system.

I really love my husband. Sometimes I wonder if we were right in marrying so young and at all for that matter. Not that I doubt our love for each other or I wish our lives were different, but the critical thinker in me evaluates it all. But then I think about what my life right now would be like if we weren't married, or if I lost him now. I would be miserable and alone. I won't go into details but I end up crying and can't shake the feeling for a while. That sounds like a cliche woman, running on her feelings and emotions alone. But that's not all. It's hard to explain so I don't know why I'm trying to. Basically, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is what God wanted for me right now. He wanted me with Matthew in Virginia working at a preschool. He shows me this by the little things each day. By the goodbye kiss in the morning from Matt, by the lower prices of certain things when paying bills, by the hug and kiss of a difficult child. This and so much more. Like I said, it's hard to explain.

I think I'm rambling. I'm very tired. This morning I woke up to Matt's alarm and rolled over to sleep another half hour. Bad move. I felt good when I initially woke up, but that extra half hour caused me to lag all day. I'll remember that next time, but I can almost guarantee I'll still choose to stay in bed a little longer. Human nature. Or at least Becca nature.

Goodnight beloveds.