I know I always see movies eons after everyone else, but I'm here alone in BCN having a glass of red wine and crying at Juno. When the adoptive mom is holding the baby and Juno's step-mom is standing in the doorway I just lost it. Tears streaming down my face.
10:30 on a Saturday and I'm bawling in my living room.
More blogging to come soon as I've finally finished putting our house back together here. Four days, lots of bleach and one trip to IKEA later, it's a whole new world.
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1 comment:
It's okay, we both bawled too. Though Nate might object to the strength of that term.
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