Pride and joy
Gosh, I'm silly. The amount of pride I take in these boys is probably not healthy or something. It's the same kind of pride you'd feel if a member of your family did something really spectacular or was super-talented or very good-looking. On the message boards I'm involved with I tend to use pictures of the lads often as either my signature pic or my avatar and I actually feel proud when people say something nice about the picture, or even when I see it on each of my posts -- as if I had anything to do with it! I can't help it, though. I want to show them off. I guess I just like to hear them admired and given due credit. When we were seeing 1964 I was looking around and my heart swelled when I realized how many people were there in honor of J, P, G and R. I sat there thinking, "This is for you, boys. Are you proud? You should be. 40 years later we're still singing the songs and remembering. I'M proud of you and proud to be a part of this."
And that's as mushy as I get on Valentine's Day!