I get pretty emotional these days when I watch father/son type movies. It's pretty ridiculous sometimes. Case in point, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close. I watched this movie recently and fortunately I was at home by myself. The tears flowed freely.
What happened to me? It used to be that Braveheart was the only movie that even got my eyes a little bit watery. But now, it's like, if some kid in a movie even mentions his dad I have to grab a tissue.
I love my little guy. And I guess I just can't stand the fact that one day he's going to have to go on without me. I hope I teach him right. I hope he feels every bit of love I have to give. I hope he can look back and say I was the best dad that I could be.
Yeah, it's either all that or I'm going through menopause.
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