The Romantic In Me.
This morning, over coffee and a shot at the world nose blowing record (YAY I have a cold!), I was reading an interview with Dame Judi Dench, who has always been a favourite actor of mine. She first came onto my radar watching As Time Goes By, which speaks volumes for how much my Nanna influenced the early TV viewing in the family. However, she's also M in the Bond films, and she is spectacular in that role, too.
Anywho, the article was mostly fluff, except for when Dench briefly spoke about her husband, who passed away 10 years ago. To say they had a deep and romantic love would be an understatement: for 30 years of marriage, he would bring her a single red rose every Friday. But that wasn't the best bit:
''My husband was a Cancerian, so he was a pessimist and I'm an absolutely rabid optimist,'' she says. ''He used to say, 'At least we're holding hands, as you're racing into the light and I'm racing into the dark, so we can stay somehow in the middle."
That's just about the most beautiful thing I've heard in a long, long while.