and it makes my heart want to sing

The rest of the family being gone in favor of air-conditioned existing, No. 2 and I left our respective homeworks this afternoon to see Becoming Jane (on the way we had an adventure [which was probably much much better than the movie], but more on that later).

We went to see it for Jane Austen's sake (and, of course, the air conditioning), because we have not one iota of artistic affinity for Anne Hathaway between us.

Well.

If you want to have your emotions put through the wringer, and then think about it for 10 seconds and slap yourself and and say, "why in the world am I feeling sorry about that?" then you may like it.

One of the first complete thoughts I had coming out of the theater was that it's an awesome gift that there is a greater love than human romance out there (and a God who in His love does gladly create marriages in His plan). Because the human romance thing can be really really really messed up with no possible "happy" ending.

We got in the car and "How Can I Keep from Singing" came on: "I know I am loved by the King / And it makes my heart want to sing."

That is wonderful news!

Because the kind of love I saw in the movie made my heart weepy and whiny and sick to its stomach.

Blech.