Pixar had to put Toy Story 3 in theaters. Could it have been more my story? Seriously. In recent posts I have admitted to shedding tears over just about everything. Caleb and I decided to venture to theaters to see the new TS3. I have loved the previous ones and to be honest never shed a tear. This one however, got me. Did I know that Bridger and Andy were the same age in the other ones...Nope! But, they must be. It is exactly how I feel. Where did that little boy with a big imagination and a toy box of fun go? Loved the show, even the tears. I've decided I just need to invest in tissue boxes and especially carry some when I go to the movies, or drive past the school, or really just about anything gets me these days. Just remember it comes faster than you think and just when you think you've gotten over it, you go to a movie that reminds you of it all over again. Oh well...I'll survive, I hope. How am I ever going to survive when he actually goes somewhere, like his mission...UGH! I'm doomed!
