I don't even remember the last time I cried during a movie. Elementary school, I believe.
My brother used to make fun of me with unrelenting spitefulness for crying during a movie. It didn't take long for me to figure out how to breathe deeply and quietly to keep from crying.
Jer and I watched The Bucket List tonight. We both ended up in tears. Tears, people. Streaming down my face. And they would not stop no matter how deeply I breathed.
As the movie was turned off and the lights turned on I could hear Jeremy sniffling. He too was touched by a movie.
This silly and quite juvenile act marked a first in our marriage. It's the first time we've ever openly (if that's what you call trying to stifle your emotions) showed signs of sadness during a movie.
I quietly cried. He loudly sniffed.
My brother would have a field day with the two of us.