p.s. i love you....

ok, so...i took the youngest to the movies this afternoon...to see this movie made from the book she bought in paris...yeah.....most people who go to paris do not buy tear-jerker chick-lit as a memento.......and while she was miffed most of the movie....with outbursts of that wasn't in the book, i found myself weeping from start to finish....and i had not read the book, nor have any plans to read it......and it was not like i could identify with any of the characters.....other than the notion that the lead female's husband died young, which has not happened.....but does cross my mind....say....on sunday mornings when he is late for church and i fear that he is in a ditch somewhere...his bike on top of him....or tuesday/thursday/saturday when he goes out to run in the pre-dawn dark/rain...this guy died from a brain tumor not a running or biking accident and the dying part we are spared.....it is her getting on with life that makes the movie.....i must have needed a good cry...because right now i feel great........