These Are My People

A. and I have been working our way through the extended version of The Fellowship of the Ring in the past few (rainy) days. In the beginning of the first movie, there is a description of hobbits that made both A. and I turn to each other and giggle. Well, I giggled. He, being the manly sort, no doubt chuckled or something else appropriately testosterone-y.

The reason we were so amused is that the description of the hobbits could have been a description of me. According to the movie, hobbits:

1) Are small--Yes. I mean, I'm not really hobbit-sized, of course. But compared to A., who is almost a foot taller than I am and significantly larger in all other respects, I can feel hobbit-sized.

2) Like to grow things--I think no one will argue that this description applies to me. Obviously.

3) Crave peace and quiet--Lord, yes. Not that I always get it. Stupid sheep.

4) Live to eat--Just ask A. what happens when I don't eat every three hours or so. It gets real ugly, real fast.

Also, in the movie it's the hobbits who can carry the ring without succumbing to its evil influence. Unlike the nasty, easily corrupted race of Men. So I think we can add to that list . . .

5) Are pure of spirit--As everybody knows, I'm practically a saint. For real.

ALSO also, we noticed that all the hobbits have curly hair. As do I.

I mentioned these striking similarities to the MiL, who immediately remarked that I don't have hairy feet like hobbits. Fair point. And I can't say I'm sorry about that.

In conclusion, at the first opportunity I will be leaving this World of Men I mistakenly ended up in and journeying to The Shire to live among my people. Where we will grow things and eat and live in peace.

Amen.