But oh, the letter she wrote to him reduced me to a blubbering wreck. It was from a dying mum to her darling son. While she was reading it, the telly showed pictures of her with him when he was a newborn, a baby gurgling at her, a toddler holding his little arms around her neck. By that time I was crying so bad I couldn't see, was gulping for air, and had bubbles coming out of my nose. Bloody hell. One minute I don't give a bugger about Farrah Fawcett and now I'm going to have to follow her story by Googling her on a regular basis.
It's like when I get sad stories to watch on DVD (The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas was the last one). Craig looks at me and says "Why can't you just watch happy stuff?"
I don't know. It's something we HAVE to do. It's a woman's thing.
Anyway, to lighten the mood here's 2 pix of our lads taken tonight by Craig:
Jack - Got his dad's fabulous soccer legs
Danny - Right now, got legs like his mum
3 comments:
I feel that way right now about jon and kate plus 8. I am so so sad about what's been happening, and I really want their marriage to work out, and it's not looking good. I find myself looking for the latest update on it. Ugh. Farrah would've sent me over the edge.
If you like movies to cry over, watch "The Memory Keeper's Daughter" I was crying within the first 10 mins., probably because the baby looked so much like Emmy at birth. I'm now reading the book, so we'll see how many times I cry through that. =)
Sometimes that's how I can tell if I really like a TV show - if it makes me cry every week then I'm hooked!
I used to have a thing for soccer players. . . don't worry Jack is a little young for me!!!
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