Frodo: You’ve left out one of the chief characters – Samwise the Brave. I want to hear more about Sam.
[stops and turns to Sam]
Frodo: Frodo wouldn’t have got far without Sam.
It’s not romantic you know. Or, at least I suppose it’s not. Tomorrow morning at 6:50 am Mr. Spit will drop me off at the airport. I’ll fly back to Victoria for a gig. After Victoria is Vancouver. And then Victoria again. Maybe Regina. I’ve heard murmurings of Portland.
I go out on the road and people see me. They don’t see Mr. Spit at home, caring for the animals. They don’t see the acts of service – the drives to the airport, the groceries he buys, the feeding of animals. They see me in a suit and they don’t realize that Mr. Spit was at home that weekend, doing the laundry.
It’s not romantic, but it is the stuff of true love. Mr. Spit is my Sam. They don’t see him when I call him late at night, tired, frustrated, jubilant, overwhelmed. They don’t see the man who tries so very hard to take things off my plate as I pile more stuff on it.
They don’t see the man who props me up, who cheers me on and who reminds me that I am loved and not alone.
They see me.
But I am not just me. They don’t see all of it.
They don’t see the man who makes me, me.
For that – for being my Sam and all of the other things you are to me, thank you my love.