Crap.

I totally forgot this blog existed.

 

I promise to write more.

God knows I need to, at least to keep the shred of sanity left.

 

Having two kids is hard hard work.

Wordless Wednesday: Heart Happy

Meeting baby brother for the first time

You cannot leave the magic

It’s no surprise, to anyone who knows me, when I tell you I had a countdown going on ever since they released the premiere date of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Two movie. It also shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone when I tell you I’m going to cry my eyes out at the opening credits. Probably even on my way there.

***POST MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR YOU IF YOU’RE NOT A FAN***

You see… Harry Potter go way back. I was in fifth or sixth grade when I picked up the very first and new Harry Potter book. Since then, I’ve been captivated by the books. The magic, the unbreakable friendship bonds, the unconditional love, all of it.

The Harry Potter series have and always be a part of my past, present, and future. It was my childhood, you can say. I can show you the parts of the books that have made me cry because of tear soaked pages.

Of course now that the movies are done, it will be very sad for all HP fans. There will be no Shire, Pippin… Oops, wrong series. No more book releases. No more pre-ordering tickets. No more super nerdy conversations with the lovely Monique. No more premiere parties. But? Harry Potter will always be yelling “EXPECTO PATRONUM!” everytime I receive a text message, the books will be available on my bookshelf to read whenever, and the movies will always take me a happy place.

Introducing my daughter to the magic of Harry Potter is something I am proud of. I will never forget the day she received her light up wand as a Christmas gift. I hope that she always has the imagination she has now. I know she’ll share the books with her kids.. Because the magic will always live inside of her. And we’ll laugh, quote lines together, and cry over the deaths that break our sentimental hearts.

It’s more than the amazing battle scenes, it’s more than destroying the horcruxes, and it’s certainly more than all the money Gringotts has. It’s so much more than all of that.

It’s about what Harry Potter means to me, to the fans, to us. This generation. The one who literally grew up with Harry Potter and the trio. The ones who sorted ourselves into our Houses. It’s real to us. The magic that pops up from the page. The warm fuzzy feeling when you read a tender moment with Ron and Hermione. The way a tear falls when you read about how much Severus loved Lily. The way your heart breaks when you hear Dobby say his last words. That proud feeling when you read  Professor McGonagall’s badass shining moments. The way you laugh during a Weasley Twins scene. The way that things just come alive at Hogwarts. The friendships that blossom when you fight a cave troll in the girl’s laboratory. Everything. It’s everything and so much more.

Today at eight pm, I will be watching the highly anticipated Deathly Hallows Part Two. And if you make fun of me while I’m a weeping blubbering mess crying over Fred and all the characters I’ve fallen in love with, I will Crucio your ass.