Confessions of a sap

It's true.  I am a sap.  

I get teary-eyed very easily.  Always have.

Real-life or fiction, it doesn't seem to matter.  American Idol elimination last night?  Yep... got choked up during every contestant's visit to their home town.  (And David Cook had better win...)  Remember those Hallmark commercials when the mom would anonymously give a card to the lonely man next door... tore me up every time.  

Needless to say, I can barely read sweet stories to Noah like "Guess How Much I Love You" because my voice starts trembling as I try not to cry.  And when I see Josh with Noah, even being silly, I often have to distract myself or risk turning it to a blubbering mess.

These ponderings about my personality come during a morning-long torrential downpour here in Tuscaloosa... the perfect day to relax, drink some Chai Tea Latte, and watch as many movies as I can as I snuggle with my adorable little boy on the couch.  I just sniffled my way through "Akeelah and the Bee" - a great movie, if you haven't seen it.  I was struck by Akeelah's final line in the movie:

"You know that feeling where everything feels right? Where you don't have to worry about tomorrow or yesterday, where you feel safe and know you're doing the best you can? There's a word for that, it's called love."

See... sappy.  But I love it.  In the midst of all the uncertainty with Noah, the craziness of our move to Alabama, the angst of leaving friends and familiarity, there are still days where "everything feels right" because of the love Josh and I have for each other, for Noah, and for the Lord.  Those are the days when I can live fully in the present, enjoying every moment, and letting yesterday and tomorrow take care of themselves.  

Alright.  Enough.  Even my cheese-meter is going off...