I have always been a crier. A crier at movies, not real life.
My husband and son like to remind me that I am sappy crier. Their favorite memory that they love to remind me and laugh about is when I cried during an Ernest movie. You know the movies: ‘Ernest Goes to Camp’ ‘Ernest Scared Stupid’ ‘Ernest Goes to Jail’ I am admitting it I cried like a baby when Ernest sang a song to his pet turtle in ‘Ernest Goes to Camp’
I haven’t seen it for years but I remember a part of the song lyric going something like”I ‘m so glad it’s raining so no one can see my tears” I find that line touching, so touching it makes me bawl.
Over the weekend the husband and I did a staycation. We simply needed air conditioning for the weekend so we went downtown and lived like royalty with room service and a maid. We did manage to get out of the room go for a walk and catch a movie. We went and saw the new Meryl Streep movie “Florence Foster Jenkins”
It was enjoyable! I had seen an interview with Streep talking about it and I remember Googling it to read the story of the lady. Even being prepared (I actually forgot some of the story, imagine that) I still cried. I cried and sniffled and cried some more. I laughed at myself. I am still such a baby about movies.
I am not a pretty crier and honestly I don’t think any woman is EVER pretty when crying, but I noticed three things:
#1 my husband loves when I get caught up in a movie/character and I cry. He finds it to be an endearing quality about me.
#2 my eyes sparkle. They truly sparkle when I cry. May be why Keith doesn’t mind the crying?
#3 that I still have emotions and am not a stone cold hard-hearted witch after all. I feel that way most days. Knowing I have tears, even if for a movie means that I still have a sensitive heart in there somewhere.