Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Good Will Hunting

We're not sure if it's the pregnancy hormones (oops..I haven't *really* publicized that yet! Surprise!) or just pure sap, but we've been watching Good Will Hunting this evening and tearing up left and right. This hasn't happened before while watching this movie. We own the dvd, it's one of our favorites, but for some reason tonight it's making quite the impact on the Stevens household. Whenever Sean (Robin Williams) speaks of his beloved wife and the love they shared, we exchange teary-eyed glances and blow kisses from across the room.

Perhaps it's completely pure appreciation for all that we have and all that we've been through with losing parents and working hard towards realized goals.

We're truly blessed.

SEAN So if I asked you about art you could give me the
skinny on every art book
ever written... Michelangelo? You
know a lot about him I bet. Life's
work, criticisms, political
aspirations. But you couldn't tell
me what it smells like in the Sistine
Chapel. You've never stood there and
looked up at that beautiful ceiling.
And if I asked you about women I'm
sure you could give me a syllabus of
your personal favorites, and maybe
you've been laid a few times too.
But you couldn't tell me how it feels
to wake up next to a woman and be
truly happy. If I asked you about
war you could refer me to a bevy of
fictional and non-fictional material,
but you've never been in one. You've
never held your best friend's head
in your lap and watched him draw his
last breath, looking to you for help.
And if I asked you about love I'd
get a sonnet, but you've never looked
at a woman and been truly vulnerable.
Known that someone could kill you
with a look. That someone could rescue
you from grief. That God had put an
angel on Earth just for you. And
you wouldn't know how it felt to be
her angel. To have the love be there
for her forever. Through anything,
through cancer. You wouldn't know
about sleeping sitting up in a
hospital room for two months holding
her hand and not leaving because the
doctors could see in your eyes that
the term "visiting hours" didn't
apply to you. And you wouldn't know
about real loss, because that only
occurs when you lose something you
love more than yourself, and you've
never dared to love anything that
much. I look at you and I don't see
an intelligent confident man, I don't
see a peer, and I don't see my equal.
I see a boy. Nobody could possibly
understand you, right Will? Yet you
presume to know so much about me
because of a painting you saw. You
must know everything about me.

My wife used to turn the alarm clock
off in her sleep. I was late for
work all the time because in the
middle of the night she'd roll over
and turn the damn thing off.
Eventually I got a second clock and
put it under my side of the bed, but
it got to where she was gettin' to
that one too. She was afraid of the
dark, so the closet light was on all
night. Thing kept me up half the
night. Eventually I'd fall asleep,
out of sheer exhaustion and not wake
up when I was supposed to cause she'd
have already gotten to my alarms.

Will smiles, Sean takes a beat.

My wife's been dead two years, Will.
And when I think about her, those
are the things I think about most.
Little idiosyncrasies that only I
knew about. Those made her my wife.
And she had the goods on me too.
Little things I do out of habit.
People call these things imperfections
Will. It's just who we are. And we
get to choose who we're going to let
into out weird little worlds. You're
not perfect. And let me save you the
suspense, this girl you met isn't
either. The question is, whether or
not you're perfect for each other.
You can know everything in the world,
but the only way you're findin' that
one out is by giving it a shot. You
sure won't get the answer from an
old fucker like me. And even if I
did know, I wouldn't tell you.

Do you ever wonder what your life
would be like if you never met your

What? Do I wonder if I'd be better
off if I never met my wife?

Will starts to clarify his question.

No, that's okay. It's an important
question. 'Cause you'll have your
bad times, which wake you up to the
good stuff you weren't paying
attention to. And you can fail, as
long as you're trying hard. But
there's nothing worse than regret.


Kristy said...

OMG! Congratulations!!! We aren't quite ready for number two so you are on your own for baby names, birth dates and so on! :)

PS: Love that movie!

Amanda said...

You! How'z'bout a warning system, not unlike the G, PG and PG13 movie ratings, something designed for those of us so steeped in pregnancy hormones that we are moody and weepy even in our sleep?

Tell you what, payback is a bitch. You just wait for the posts I'll write late this summer and early fall!