Danielle and I at opening night of New Moon

This blog would totally not pass the Wall Street Journal Test but alas this blog is a kind of record of my existence so it has to be done.  So with the end of Twilight I felt the need to defend myself and my mild obsession with the Twilight books and movies.  I guess to start you have to know where it began.  I had just had the twins and Todd of all people rented the first Twilight movie.  I agreed the acting was horrifically bad but I was in love with the idea and story.  I decided to be like everyone else and finally read the book.  Literally within 48 hours of buying the first book I was back in the bookstore buying the second.  I then finished the 3rd book so fast I was embarrassed to go back to the same bookstore again so I went to another to get the 4th book.  I had NEVER read for the pure joy of a story in my life.  So this was a great beginning as since then I've read almost daily.  The story and movies also gave me something else.  A chance to hold onto my youth.  A chance to talk about ridiculous topics with my girlfriends.  A chance to reconnect with friends I had not spoken with in years.  And a chance to just be excited about something that was totally silly.  So with this the end of this series I will let go but I am left with the experience of it.  And it is an experience.  I realized as I sat in a theater full of other "Twihards" on opening night for the last movie and we all gasped out load when the movie story suddenly deviated from the book that I was a part of something bigger than just a movie.  So while it's not Beetle Mania, and while I will suffer  being made fun of by my husband forever for bouncing up and down on our bed describing the movie to him I'll hold onto the story and memories I created with dear friends.