For weeks my boys have been counting down to the Olympics. Aaron absolutely loved the Olympics. It was one of his favourite times ever and depending on time differences, he would get up at all hours of the morning to watch his favourite sports and athletes compete live. Of course he didn't always just go for Australia, and loved watching a lot of the athletes from other countries. He was very 'unAustralian' like that at times :) Aaron even mentioned watching the Olympics with Noah in his talk at Noah's funeral.
Yesterday morning I recorded the beginning of the opening ceremony as I wasn't keen enough to wake up at 5.30 am. When we woke up we started watching it from the beginning and the boys were so excited. It's so strange to me that I can cry about Aaron at random times. During the week a friend who has been away asked if I spend time sitting at the cemetery, and have a good cry at times. I have only really done that once or twice just after Aaron passed away, which even I am surprised about as I thought that would be the place I would have a good cry.
Instead I'm surprised that it's the little things that make me cry - like when I'm out shopping and I see something nice in the men's section that I know Aaron would've loved and for a split second I start thinking about going over to have a look for him, and then I remember.
Yesterday morning was another one of those times. I found myself with tears streaming down my face as I watched the opening ceremony, and thought about how much Aaron would've loved it. Kobe however was crying because he couldn't understand why the soccer and swimming wasn't on right then, and wanted to watch them.