The older I get the weepier I become.
Toy Story 3 sends me diving for my Kleenex. The first time I saw it I thought it was too damn long. Watching it with The Teen On Demand, I could see her as Andy, heading off to the university of her choice.
The Boy at his Cub Scout Blue and Gold got me choked. My baby looks like a young man now. Where did the time go?
Tonight I watched my niece dance and sing in her Bollywood meets Fairytale version of The Emperor’s New Clothes.
As soon as I saw her onstage, I teared up. I remember when I could cuddle her on my lap. Now she’s writing plays and looking nothing like my Bubbles!
Although, there’s always this one:
~ Posted on the fly using my iPhone