It's weird how much of what you become and are comes from your parents and family. I watched Beauty and the Beast this morning and it just made me feel... good. Safe. Warm. Thinking back on it (because of course I have to analyze everything), I realized that it reminds me of my parents. Of being young. Of going to a movie theater with my family for one of the first times I remember and having a little kid exclaim at the end "He looks like Jesus!". Which we're all thinking. It reminds me of trips to voice lessons with my mother, trying to learn to sing "Tale as Old as Time", encouragements by both of my parents to read, conversations about original fairy tales and taking care of family as one of the core values to be embraced.
So, of course, this is leading to me tearing up at work because one movie sums up everything I loved about my childhood, but still. Movies.
