I have always been a very emotional person. I have always cried at graduation ceremonies where I don't even know anyone who is graduating (just playing in the band, usually.) Of course I always cry at the usual weddings, funerals, sad/happy movies... but lately I've been being choked up for the strangest reasons... or really no reason at all.
I helped my mother in law out by watching the kids she watches during the day for a few days this week. I took the five year old to story time at the library, and got choked up during the "if you're happy and you know it" song. Just seeing / hearing all the little innocent kids laughing and singing and dancing was more than a blubbering expectant mother can take. If it's not story time, it's a song on the radio, or a news story, or just going into taco bell.
So of course today when I checked the mail... I lost it. My good friend sent me the Jesus story book in the mail. I had actually been planning on purchasing this book, and had looked for it a few times while I've been out. The book has been highly recommended on a blog that I love.
I was so touched by this gesture, and that alone got me choked up. Then I started flipping through the pages, and imagined reading these stories to my son. I thought about what I would say to fill in some of the necessary gaps in this childrens book. I thought about reading it to him when he's first born and can't understand anything and doesn't realize that I'm reading to him... and I imagined reading it to him when he's a toddler / young school age. At one point in the book, they paraphrase the Lord's prayer and I was in the car with Jarrod and started reading it outloud to him, but couldn't get the words out because I was crying. Poor Jarrod! I'm a MESS!!! Does this get better after the kid is born and the hormones calm down a bit?
Thank you so much, friend, for such a thoughtful gift. I'm sure the pages will be wet with tears, and fully worn out in a few years... just as it should be.
*update* shortly after reading this post, Jarrod thought it would be a fantastic idea to read me stories out of Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul. I think he's enjoying my emotional instability a little too much.