I just saw Harry Potter. I knew there would be some tears, but I did not expect to be so close to audible sobs that I had to bite my hand to keep myself under control. And it wasn't during the part you probably THINK it was. But I don't want to give anything away.
Usually, when I am trying not to cry in public, my go-to image is G.O.B. Bluth doing his magic show on Arrested Development. I start singing "The Final Countdown" in my head and imagine him flinging cards into the audience and I don't feel like crying anymore. But this was a moment that even "The Final Countdown" could not brighten. Ah me. People who think they are "above" Harry Potter, or who just aren't "into it" or whatever have missed out on more than ten years of a rollicking good time. But I guess some people just don't believe in the whole "good vs. evil" idea. They don't enjoy awesome wizards' duels, or wands that act of their own accord, or complex characters whose affiliation with dark overlords may or may not be genuine. They aren't into people who can turn into animals at will. They don't care much for the triumph of the underdog. Or the protection of love. Or the importance of friendship. Or, you, know, kindness. But there's no accounting for taste!
The only reason I am not mourning Harry Potter is that I have three and almost four kids with whom I can rediscover it. I have years of Harry Potter ahead of me. And I am very grateful for that.
New baby name consideration: Albus Severus Sirius Remus. Too much?