Last night I cried and cried. I cried Snoqualmie Falls. Erik was not the culprit. In fact, he was the one that found me curled up on the couch as he returned home from symphony rehearsal. P.S. I Love You was playing on the television. I felt so stupid that he caught me crying about a movie (about the first 15 minutes of a movie.) I felt so stupid that I started laughing. And then I was crying and laughing at the same time.
And do you know what Erik did?
He smiled, scooped me up in his arms, and kissed my forehead.
Much better.