The More We Get Together

Yesterday Ben and I drove the kids out to Nana's house. Nana is my mom. We dropped the kids off, then we gathered up 5 of my siblings, four of them currently living at Nana's house and headed to the movie theater to meet up with another sibling. We listened to a Harry Potter soundtrack on the way. The eight of us sat together in a row towards the back and got set to watch the sixth Harry Potter movie.

After the movie we hashed out what we liked and didn't like, authoritatively pointing out obvious errors in judgment the screenwriter and director made in adding or eliminating certain elements. Once I got home I proceeded to re-read book six so that I could continue my assessment of things the movie did right, and what it did wrong. It was thoroughly enjoyable.

But the really fun part was the group I went with. My kids are really too young for movie theaters (I have strong opinions on this) and I rarely go to the movies anyway. But when I do, I absolutely LOVE going with my brothers and sisters and, of course, Ben. They are my very favorite people in the whole world. So while Hermione's emotional moment may have been overplayed, listening to my thirteen year-old brother giggle at the previews was totally worth it.