are you ready to be strong?

Just finished the last episode of BtVS season 7 (what? so I didn't sleep much this last two days). I can't believe I forgot. Not what happened, the details of the plot. Not what it meant to me on a theoretical level. Hell I could've whipped out an essay yesterday on the resolution of the last season of Buffy being about the sharing of female power, standing shoulder to shoulder and fighting back as women, tied together through our history, handed down from generation to generation, blah, blah, blah. No, I forgot how it felt to watch it. I don't think I'll ever know what those final scenes look like unblurred, because I don't think I'll ever be able to watch them without crying. And the moment where I go from tight chested watery eyes to completely losing my shit is ever the same. When the camera zooms in on the little baseball girl and you know, you just know that not only is she going to slam that ball right out of the park, she knows it. That's my show. Right there. That's my heart. This veering between laughing like I just won the freaking lottery and bawling my eyes out at the same time that I'm doing right now (and will probably be doing for the rest of the night). Thank you show, thank you for this.