The Last One

Yeah, we were those middle schoolers whose parents dropped us off for the midnight release of the Harry Potter books at Barnes and Noble. And the only way that we made it through Geometry in the ninth grade was because we put those expensive graphing calculators to good use by using them to "text" (I'm not sure what else to call it) about what we were reading in Harry Potter.

In an extremely-corny-but-extremely-candid way, Harry Potter was what brought us together as inseparable besties.

And last night, after what feels like a bajillion years later of collecting our HP movie ticket stubs, we went to go see the last one together. I teared up in the movie, I'm not gunna' lie. I teared up because I forgot how darn good those books are. To be honest, I haven't picked one up in years. Between college, marriage, and motherhood, that piece of my childhood fell by the wayside.

It was nostalgic to be sitting there with one of my best friends. We had seen the first one together, and we were seeing the last one together. And in between those movies and years, we have been through just about everything together. The last scene in the movie has the best friends grown up, dropping their own children off at school. It was quite fitting that we are both mothers now.

If I can say anything about the Harry Potter books that I love most (other than, duh, everything) is that the books teach us that the most important things in life are love and people. Two things we were never designed to live without. Two things that force us to live outside of ourselves.

I can't wait to read these books to my children. Also (Are you paying attention, hon?), I can't wait for my hubbs to buy me the last movie on DVD so I can watch it like a bajillion times. :)