I have tears in my eyes. Yes, I am a big dork.
I love these books. The only series I devoured as often as Narnia when I was a kid was the Wrinkle in Time series. And Narnia came first; I imprinted on Narnia.
Someone said that the light pouring out of the wardrobe when Lucy opened it was wrong, and I agree, of course. But otherwise?
I teared up as soon as I saw Aslan.
And oh, oh. The thrones at Cair Paravel. The Witch at the stone table. The everything.
The first books I bought for Elayna were the Narnia books, the box set. (My mother had long since thrown mine away.) I was two months pregnant and had no idea if my baby would be a girl or a boy, so I didn't feel I should make gender-specific decisions like A Little Princess yet.
But I knew that, no matter what gender my baby was, my baby would read and love Narnia.
And she has - not all of the books, but she's started. And she does. I called her down to watch the trailer with me, and she is so excited.
Dude. That was Aslan on my computer. Just as real as if you could walk up to him and bury your face in his mane as you hug him. Aslan.