In Brooklyn I almost burst into tears at least half a dozen times just because I was so happy to be there - on the sidewalk, in the park, on the subway. I was one of the subway crazies.
Today, while at work, my client was talking about when her kids were young and how we make mistakes but there's some bad and good in every life and all we can do is hope that our kids remember mostly good things. I'm glad she couldn't see me frantically blinking my eyes like a nutjob.
And forget about Facebook. Man, it's like people are constantly one-upping each other in an endless crusade to elicit maximum emotional response. Dogs greeting returning soldiers, airport flash mobs, and this -
I can't say it enough. You really can't truly appreciate your parents until you are one. This letter makes me feel an urgency that I can't quite describe to let my mom and my daughter know just how thankful I am for them, and just how much they are loved. I wanted to give it to my mom as a Mother's Day card, but I can't wait that long. I love you, Mom. I want to be all of this for you, because you deserve it, because you were all of it for me.
Oh good, it's not just me. Must be a full moon or something.