|Day 6 of 31 at TWT!|
Upstairs, Little Sweetie is sprawled in her crib, hands flopped above her head and legs bent like a little frog. Silence on the monitor assures us she's off in peaceful dreamland.
We're nearing the end of Inside Out, and like many other Disney/Pixar movies, its sweet story has had tears prickling at the corners of my eyes for a few minutes. I burrow closer into Husband's chest when there's suddenly a sputtering sound above my head.
"Are you crying?" As I turn, he starts shaking with goofy laughter. I run my finger down the tear tracks on his cheeks, and he convulses in a combination of sheepish laugh-crying. "It's so sad!"
"I know. This movie would have been totally different if we didn't have Little Sweetie yet. I never want anything to ever make her sad!" I wipe the corners of my own eyes and hug him tighter.
My sweet, perfect soulmate. How can I be so lucky???
"I used to be able to hold it in, but now that we have her..."
"Oh, really?" I tease, poking him in the armpit. "So you held it in during WALL-E and Up?"
He sticks out his tongue and pulls me closer.