Last night after all the boys went home, the girls and Michael and I watched Steel Magnolias. Michael laughed through the beginning of it but was asleep by the middle.

I’ve seen Steel Magnolias about 25 times (no exaggeration) and I had gotten to the point where I didn’t cry during the cemetary scene. But last night I did and Gina, who had never seen the movie before, did too.

It’s really so close to how I feel