I’m adding an eighth because Becky made me cry today too.
Listen, it doesn’t take a whole lot to make me cry. I can think of three things just today that did it (Note: this has not always been the case. Getting married nudged me in that direction and having a baby pushed me over the edge. I now cry with almost no prompting). Most of these are sweet, happy things. I actually think things that are sweet and happy make me cry more than sad things, which probably says something about me but I’m not sure I want to figure out what.
Simcha’s post on Robins. I understood it so well, and I’ve only had one, and that one only for six months!
There is an older woman whose home is adjacent to the parking lot I use at work. The area is a beautiful “old town” with 100 year old homes and huge trees and antique stores. This woman’s home was once beautiful too, but has fallen into disrepair. She has many, many (many many) cats running around her property and a good deal of broken down stuff in her front yard (imagine a scene from “Hoarders.” It’s like that.). The house gives off a smell that makes me think it isn’t ever cleaned. Maybe not in a decade or two. She is cheerful and always says hello when she’s outside, but isn’t outside often. The last couple of days I have noticed a dumpster out in front and today as I was walking to lunch I saw that all of her things were being piled up on the sidewalk and a man (who looked like a city worker, not a relative) was busily sweeping and throwing things away. She was sitting on her rocker, looking scared and sad. It was so heartbreaking. I hope very much that she is getting some help, as I think she needs it, but it was so hard to see.
I am so late to the Mumford and Sons party. I love this album, though. Total roll-down-all-the-windows-and-sing-loudly music.
PW’s post about her boys at Universal Orlando. Okay, this is an older story, but I cried lots when I read it the first time (and I just read it again and I misted up so it counts for this week!).
My hubby and I watched Pride and Prejudice last Friday (he lost a bet) and I cried. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve read that book and watched that movie and I still cried. The end gets me every time (and several parts in the middle, but that’s neither here nor there). I’d link to it, but I can’t find it, so just go and watch the last five minutes of the 2005 version. I know that version gets a lot of hate because of no Colin Firth and all, but I still love it and the (admittedly somewhat cheesy) ending.
That was fun! Cathartic, anyway. Go see Jen over at Conversion Diary for other 7 Quick Takes that hopefully won’t be about crying.