When they run to the closet and emerge with this picture book, I begin shifting around nervously. I look at my watch. Wow, is it really that late? Wouldn't you rather hear Meet Strawberry Shortcake again? How about Good Night Moon? In my head, I'm begging. I'm pleading. Anything, but that book. You see, I can't get through that book without collapsing into a bawling, emotional mess.
When I first read Love You Forever, I was pregnant with my first. My sister-in-law sent it as an early baby gift. She enclosed no word of warning. No box of tissues. And so, in my hormonal pregnant state, I cheerily sat down and started to read. By the last page, I was so distraught my husband thought something truly terrible had happened.
Love You Forever is the story of a mother who loves her little boy through the many stages of his life. He never grows too old for her to rock him and sing:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living,
My baby you'll be.That's touching enough, but here's the real clincher: eventually the mother gets old and the boy does the rocking and singing. Then he drives home and sings to his own baby.
Oh, I'm tearing up right now just thinking of it!
After my initial reading, I
But, by page eight, my voice began trembling.
By page 12, the floodgates had opened. Again.
I'm not the weepy type. I pride myself on never crying during movies. But I am powerless in the presence of this book. And while my summary makes it sound a little cheese ball, I'm telling you, this book can make even a grown man weak in the knees.
Case in point:
A few weeks ago, my husband came into the kitchen after tucking my son into bed.
"Thanks for the warning," he said.
"What are you talking about?"
"The book. You could have warned me about that book. I was crying like a baby."
No futher explanation needed. I knew exactly what book he was referring to.
I was just glad to know that I wasn't the only one.