If you have been reading my blog for a while now you know that I am probably not the most masculine person that walks the Earth and I have moments of weakness....OK I'm a crier. I cry. Sports, songs, and yes even Movies. I cry during happy and sad movies.
So yesterday T chose a movie that I probably wouldn't have.
The first time was when Matt Damon's character was fighting with his son in the house and they were yelling at each other. I have a very head strong child that is full of will and desire and he wears his emotions on his sleeve. So i envisioned something like that when he is 14 years old and when they fought and made up, I let a few tears fall. Just a few.
The second was at the end when he was telling and showing his kids where and how he met their mom. He went through the story with such a clear description that they could see their mom sitting there. Once again, I shed a few tears.
So I cried. So what. I cried when Cal Ripken broke the record for games played streak. I cried when the Houston Rockets won the back to back championships. I cried when Adam Sandler got custody of the kid in Big Daddy....So I cried..Whatever!
Just cause I'm saying it and writing about. Still didn't have anyone witness me crying during a Matt Damon movie so I don't lose my man card.
That is why I'm glad she was asleep.
Kiss the baby