Can you tell I'm getting all sentimental and verklempt about my one and only child turning 18 next month?
Church really brings on the tears for some reason. I just try to hold my eyes open so they dry before they spill over. (I can't be waving my hands in front of my eyes in church!)
And songs that really don't have anything to do with children-like She-by Elvis Costello (it's at the beginning of Notting Hill-love that movie!)-brings on the waterworks!
Okay-I'm done rambling. Make me feel better-tell me I'm not the only one who does this stuff!
***You can hear 'She' here.***