Before Takeshi came along, I wasn’t much of a crier. Sad movies were sad and tragic news was just that — tragic.

Now I have a little boy that I absolutely adore and I would go to the end of the earth to make him happy. While it is great to love one individual so much, it also leaves me feeling so vulnerable to know that things can change at the drop of a hat. The world is not the same and our lives are quick little flashes of light.

So yes, now I cry at movies… and tv programs… and even commercials. And while the Old Me tries to push her way up to the surface to let me know I’m being retarded for crying at a 10 second commercial, the Mama Me quickly kicks her in the head. What does the Old Me know, anyway? She’s obviously never seen the big, gummy, drool-filled grin or heard the little squeals of laughter that make my day, every day.