We started the day watching this YouTube video which Marc said had been going around the internet lately.
Because the internet was being slow the video would pause, at which time the kids and I would make appropriate noises for the way Carrie’s mouth was shaped. “Waaaa! Shhhh! Mamamama!” It was quite entertaining.
Of course How Great Thou Art put Marc in mind of George Beverly Shea.
But first, let’s go back to Tuesday night when Marc and the kids were watching We Bought a Zoo. I’d seen it in the theatre and so when it go to the end and Marc said, “I bet THIS will happen” (THIS being his perfect prediction of how the movie would end). I said, “Maybe. But you’re still going to cry!” “I know,” he said.
And he was right. And I was right. And he still cried. Happy reunion scenes always get Marc. Survivor reunion episodes, for example, make him cry every single time. Sometimes it makes me think I’m cold-hearted because those things just don’t get to me.
Which takes me back to George Beverly Shae. He found a clip of George and I noticed one of him singing it “at age 103.” I said, “We can’t watch that one; it will make me cry.” So we watched it. And I cried within 5 seconds of it starting.
I don’t know what it is about old men (something about their former strength and seeing them in a state of physical weakness) but they make me cry. At the church we attended in university, every Remembrance Day the same old veteran would walk up the aisle carrying the Canadian flag. I’d be a puddle on Marc’s shoulder by the time he got to the front.
I suppose I could explore more what it is in me that gets so emotional about old men. And Marc could try to figure out why those reunions get to him. But I guess we should just be glad that we aren’t too tired and jaded and that things continue to move our hearts in beautiful and sad ways.