“I’m a Star Wars dork. Not dress up for opening night level of dork but the original trilogy was my everything as a child.
Tonight I revisited The Force Awakens with my chirruns. We saw it on opening night two years ago and while I openly wept a couple of times, they only enjoyed it for the shiny action and silly creatures.
If I had let them play PlayStation and iPads and dumb tween apps tonight they would have griped about me making them go to bed by 11. Instead, I told them the only screen on would be featuring TFA.
Ry was asleep by 9. A silent protest of me not letting him play his video games.
Sophia has my passion for movies and watched the entire thing. The second it ended (10:30) she announced she was going to bed and left the room. I hastily wiped the tears from my eyes (that ending tho) and followed her to her room.
Did you like it?
Amazing, huh? I can’t wait for us to see The Last Jedi next Thursday night! Right?!?
‘Yes, dork. I’m going to sleep.’
Ok. I love you.
‘Love you too.’
As I walked out I slowly turned at the door.
I paused. Squinted dramatically as I lowered my voice to a powerful whisper.
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU.
She let out a huge sigh and covered her head with a pillow.
I left giggling.
I think I’m losing her to the Dark Side…of puberty.”
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