I have mascara all over my cheeks. I've blown my nose twice. My right sleeve is soaking wet (yes, soaking). It was so bad that I overheard Jesper in the kitchen mumbling "Baby, baby" which means he's either a) feeling really sorry for me or b) thinks I'm just a wee bit crazy. My God, I cried. Aymo, you would have been so proud of me.
Leo not so much.