conundrous
Sunday, April 29, 2012 at 10:48AM 
Right at the start of the movie Love Actually -- which is the credits, really, I guess -- I'm laughing, I'm crying. That premise of people meeting each other at the airport, picking up loved ones, being picked up, the hugs, the smiles, the extreme happiness of that moment of reunion: I love that so much. It's everything that's best about us. It's that combination of so much sweetness and so much love that gets me every time, that makes me just laugh and cry at the same time.
I'm not kidding: Every Time. Because that's a movie that's in my holiday rotation, along with Miracle on 34th Street (an adorable, delightful movie that we were never allowed to watch as children because our mother could not abide Natalie Wood, which is a ridiculous reason, seriously), and Babe (cutest EVER movie with talking animals, and so sweet the love between man and pig), and Elf (a freaking classic). To fully inhabit holiday mode, I ingest those movies. They ramp up my happiness, my givingness, my love for everybody.
Sometimes I forget how sweet we people are. I need to be reminded.