mamma blues

Last night, I finished rewatching all of the Gilmore Girls episodes. (Please note that I said I finished, as in I did not watch seven seasons of a show in one stretch.)

I know that I'm an incredibly sentimental person and just about everything (seriously) gets to me. I just can't help it. That said, there was of course no way the end of the series wasn't going to get to me. The show started with Rory, the daughter, beginning private school in her second year of high school and ended with Rory graduating college.

I am right now dealing with the knowledge that Pic will be starting school in six months and my emotional state is middling. I'm both looking forward to this change and, well, not. And, I know that in thirteen to seventeen or so years, I'll be thinking, "She was just entering kindergarten yesterday." And, I'll be a blubbering mess, I'm sure.

Okay, I shouldn't get ahead of myself. We have a long way to go to get there. I plan on enjoying it, reveling in it, actually.


"Gilmore Girls: The Last Scene"