what makes kristen cry?

The other day, MattMatt came home and was like, "You're gonna have to sit down for this..."  Fearing that someone had died (why is that always our first instinct when someone tells us to sit down?), I was like, "What?"  "Tim Russert died."

Seriously, folks, I said, "NO!  Noooo....no."  like my Grandma had just died.  Every Sunday morning, Matt comes dancing into the bedroom and wakes me up singing, humming, or skipping around to the Meet the Press theme.  If I'm up early, we make breakfast and time everything to be cleaned up by 10:30...to watch Meet the Press.  It's our happy little together, intellectual, laugh-at-Tim-Russert-because-he's-so-clearly-a-geek time. 

This Sunday, they had a special Meet the Press honoring Tim.  I thought I was being a weenie, because I cried.  A lot.  Quietly, because I was embarrassed...and when I look over at Matt, he's crying, too.  Big ol' crocodile tears.

I'll always heart you, Tim.