Today Mike, the girls, and I went to see Toy Story*3.
And I boo~hooed.
Like a big baby.
At the beginning.
And the end.
Why? You ask.
Because it hit just a little close to home.
When I say I cried, let me just say that my shirt was wet when I left the theater.
Get the picture?
It didn't help that all I saw when I looked at the screen is a certain little boy that was only 5 when the first one came out.
And I remembered the Woody costume that a certain little boy wore that Halloween back in '95.
I also saw a Mom letting go of her boy.
Letting him go.
Letting him fly.
We loved the movie.
It just hit a little too close to where I am right now.
And I cried.