Why are there so many books for kiddos seemingly designed to make moms cry!?
I bought Bear of my Heart during a pregnancy hormone induced sob-fest in the book isle at Target - I still can't make it through reading it without full on bawling.
So of course while picking out some books on Amazon today, I stumbled into Love You Forever, a book which I can't even bring myself to buy because I KNOW it will mess me up - and then I started clicking on the "readers who bought this also looked at" section (or whatever it is called,) and 10 minutes later I am trying to figure out where my sub-standard mascara all went and digging for the emergency Visine.
Why do they do this to moms? The books are so achingly sweet that I can't resist, but then I can't bring myself to actually read them to Cooper because he doesn't deserve to have to use his mobile canopy as an umbrella in his crib at night to sheild him from his mother's waterworks.
dammn you, books!!