You. You. You have rendered me into this useless, blubbering child, with your pretty words and your brilliance and your ability to take what we've seen in "A Good Man Goes to War" and "Let's Kill Hitler" and fill in the blanks, and flesh out Mells, and River, and just...just...be able to get what Amy's and Rory's horrible and silent...fear, I guess, and worrying and frustration, but also their wonderful wonderful relationship and how they each prop the other up, and I'm not even making any sense, but I fucking love this. I do. The badass-ery of this family is tinged with such sadness and so much epic confusion, and you've managed to gather everything great about the Ponds, and, and, I just want to hug you and feed you cookies and look at you in awe and just have endless conversations about DWho with you.

And now I'm going to meander over to your other post and start writing down all my feelings about Amy being a mother.