i’m a crybaby
At first it was something others thought to be sentimental and sweet. I’d see an occasional Hallmark commercial and, without any reservation, I’d tear up. These days though it’s gotten out of hand. Completely. The Olympics just have a way of setting off my crybaby mechanism like woah. The opening ceremonies? I cried – twice. I thought I had it under control though after the “tree dancing” part.
Then came the commercial from P&G that’s dedicated to the Mom’s that shows their kids who are now adults through their eyes…as their babies still. That one threw me over the edge. There was no turning back. I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.
What I’m saying is, it ain’t cute to the spectators anymore. I’m no longer sentimental and sweet. I’m annoying and…dorky. And overtly-emotional. And everyone makes fun. Haters. 🙂
I hope you all are enjoying the Olympics as much as I am. They stoke me up and really make me feel such pride for the hard work and dedication each person puts into their sport. It’s amazing what they’ll do to be an Olympian. Their efforts, no matter how futile, are never wasted. I’m taking notes – never waste the moments – no matter how futile. It’s in the scarcity of all the big things that we find the most meaning…in the small barely significant moments of life. Remember the futile – reach the grand. Achieve the dream God set before you to achieve.
love (babies wrapped in bows),