Went to see the final Harry Potter film last evening. (FAB by the way!!) The kids all had plans to see it with friends, so I went on my own. Guess I'd better get used to that after all...and really, there are some advantages to going alone... easy to find great seats for 1, don't have to share your sweeties, nobody whispering at you during the tense moments, and...well, I'll think on that some more...
As I came home and visited with Leslie while she packed the last of her things in her cedar chest, I realized it was Lel who brought home the first Harry Potter book. I remember it clearly years ago, as she excitedly described this book she checked out at the school library about a boy with a lightening bolt scar on his forehead, who was a wizard and an orphan and his bedroom was in a cupboard under the stairs, and he wore his cousins hand-me-downs and never had a birthday present in his life, and... WHAT IN THE WORLD?! I remember thinking oh good grief! This must be some sort of disturbed book series, and that instead of saying NO sweetie! without giving it a chance, thought it best I find out more about it before passing judgement.
Well, I read it and I loved it, simple as that! and waited with the kids in long lines for every subsequent book and film that followed until this final story... and now it's finished. Harry is grown and my Lel is on her way. I will miss her terribly, terribly!!
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