I was mistaken. I thought I was having twins, but as it turns out I had triplets. Perhaps a little explanation is in order.
When I was in high school it wasn't too unusual for me to cry: sappy movies, snarky comments, feeling overly happy, etc. My brother summed it up best when he said, "You'd cry over a pretty pancake."
Strike true, Peter Pan. Strike true.
Around the time my dad died I stopped crying as much. Maybe my tear reservoir dried up. I don't know. Then I married T and, let's be honest, it's pretty easy to not cry as much when you're married to the most amazing man in the world.
Until the girls were born I hadn't cried during a movie since high school. (Except for Million Dollar Baby, but if you didn't cry in that movie you don't have a soul.) Now, I cry at everything. Not kidding. Everything.
- Premiere of Biggest Loser - Used three tissues.
- Jamba Juice - Cried when T surprised me with it.
- E - Cried when I caught him lying on the floor reading a book to M & A this morning
- A & M - I've spontaneously started weeping while feeding them at least six times
E got to watch part of Lady & The Tramp yesterday morning and when it started the previews there was one for Dumbo with Allison Krauss singing "Baby Mine". I looked up from feeding the girls, watched the preview, and started bawling. It was so beautiful. The part with the little sign that says "Mad Elephant" broke my heart. I wanted to find the preview to post, but found this montage on youtube.com instead. It's Allison Krauss, Dumbo, and pictures of a family's preemie baby. I wept. It made me remember my little M in the NICU. Watch.
I just grabbed another tissue from the box that's been relocated to my side of the bed. Help. I've become such a baby.
