The emotions of the holidays have grabbed ahold of me. And, tightly.
This time of year, I find myself casting a loving gaze on my children and lingering with it just a little longer than usual. Pulling away as my eyes well up with grateful tears.
This season, I reach over to hold my husband’s hand across the gear shift of our car and the feel of his now 8-year old wedding band in my fingers makes me smile happily to myself.
Today, I breathe in deeply the scent of a crackling fire in our fireplace and feel so thankful — safe and content in my warm, comfortable home. In the seaside town I love so much.
Tonight, I can barely hold back happy sobs at the touch of Little Brother’s tiny hand on my face. Or, Big Brother’s homemade card hidden under my pillow.
It’s a beautiful time of year to take stock in all that we have. All the love and sweetness that surrounds us every day.
My home.
My husband.
My children.
I see it all so much more clearly this time of year.
And, consequently, I’m finding my emotions are so close to surface. All the time.
Maybe just a little too close?
Sometimes.
‘Cause, seriously, this ridiculous ad makes me bawl. Like, every single time.
And, it airs about nine thousand times a day.
I mean, come on.
Collect yourself, woman.
Really.
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You could move right into our house! Don’t bother bringing kleenex – we have more than enough!
I love this commercial too.
Oh my gosh! I was just going to leave you a note that said that you would fit perfectly into our emotional family and then I saw that sally also left a message about kleenex! Classic! Commercials?! Bring them on! (With a few tissues, please! : )
Remember the AT&T one? (or was it someone else?) where he/she/whoever just wanted to say hi. and it might not have even been Christmas? Killed me every time. Had to turn off the TV. Now I just don’t turn it on. Safer.
I’m right there with you. Cry over any tiny little emotional thing. So…I’m not even going to click and play that commercial or I’ll be a puddle at my desk.