Bawl Bag

I have been really emotional lately. Not to the point of crying, but probably only because I stop myself. I get choked up on the strangest things. Some of them are not strange but some really are. I noticed it in November when I was giving Streed's teacher a thanksgiving book. She was so excited that I was giving it to her. I love both Streed and Ella's teacher. I don't know what it was but I felt a lump welling in my throat. The other day I was asking Nate if he would stay a baby, if he would just stay a little two year old. I had to quit talking. Earlier this week I was reading the December newsletter for the kids school and for some reason getting choked up. I was reading it out loud to Streed and totally had to stop at the end of the Director's letter when she quoted "Unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord". I know that is a reason to get weepy but the first part of the letter wasn't. Today I went with the 4 year old classes to sing at a nursing home/retirement center. I knew this would be rough. I was fine inside but we started walking outside through the Assisted Living area. A sweet couple came outside and were waving and singing too. I had Streed walk over and give the lady a book mark that he had made at school. She was saying how sweet he was and how thankful she was. I was about to lose it. Thankfully it was freezing and it just looked like the weather was making my eyes water. Immediately I thought about the scene in The Notebook where the mom is reminiscing and starts crying. She gets herself together and says something like, "Well look at me. I am a stupid woman. I am a big bawl bag." This cracked me up.