The first movie on this list should be better known. (It’s an indispensable part of our domestic Holy Week liturgy, viewed in three installments over Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and Holy Saturday.)
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He opens the car door for me. He steps between me and oncoming traffic. He offers his arm when the terrain is uneven.
Little choreographies of protection so familiar they've become invisible—
like breathing, like prayer.
He never mentions these moments, never catalogs his vigilance, never seeks acknowledgment for the thousand subtle ways he places himself between me and harm's path.
Sometimes the deepest love is measured not in grand gestures, but in consistent angles—a body always positioned where danger might enter first.