I am not the most emotional person I know. In fact a lot of times I consider myself kind of cold and impersonal. I get a little offish with people I don't know until I've had time to get to know them better. I have been seen as stuck up at times, and probably just plain rude.
However, I cry at the slightest provocation from movies or commercials. Once fairly recently Harold and I watched the Mormon movie, Return With Honor. We were 95% through the movie when I turned to Harold and told him how stupid and slow the movie was. Then literally 1-2 minutes later, I was bawling over that dumb movie. Harold was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe I was so fickle about the movie. Here is the thing...I get easily choked up when it comes to family and when it comes to my religion.
Having said that, on Sunday night Sav and I drove over to the stake center to drop off her stuff for girls camp. There were so many parents, girls, camp leaders and members of the stake leadership hauling sleeping bags, backpacks, air mattresses (spoiled!), etc.
I held it together pretty well. We came home and I was fine. Then at 6:45 on Monday morning I had to drive her back to the stake center for the drop off. More girls, more parents, more bins with camp supplies for each ward/stake. I didn't care one iota about any of it. There was just one girl on my mind. My beautiful, fun, excited little Beehive going to her first year of girl's camp.
We had failed to give her a big enough duffel bag so she ended up putting WAY too much in her backpack. She was back heavy. She had me put in foam curlers the night before so her hair was all wavy and cute, she was wearing her new Dollar Store white bedazzled sunglasses and clutching her pillow. We waited in the car until her good friend showed up, then we unloaded and started walking. When we arrived at her friend's truck (the friends mom is our ward camp director, brave-wonderful woman!)
As we arrived I put my arms around her, gave her a huge hug and kissed her repeatedly on her right cheek. Quick, happy, I-Love-You kisses, about 8-12 or so. I told her I loved her, to have fun, stay safe and I'd see her on Friday.
Then as I walked away my eyes started to pool up. Even now my eyes are pooling up thinking about it. Darn I love that girl. She has made me so proud as a mother. I can already see that she and I will be great friends when she is older and wants me as a friend. She has a great sense of humor. It has only been 35 hours since I said goodbye and she will return in 65, so I'm about half way there.
I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...