I was just about as "into" Star Wars as most other women my age (seen it, enjoyed it, but that was about it) until my Mickey came around. He lived and breathed the franchise and eagerly told Darth Vader himself that he'd like to join the dark side. 😂
The saddest moment came when we took my little guy in full Kylo Ren costume to see the 9th movie on opening day and he saw the demise of his hero. Mickey was an absolute wreak (I carried a weeping Kylo from the theatre out to the car) 😭 and he really cooled off the whole franchise at that moment.
He's a little "past that stage" now but he still enjoys it, and it's all become a treasured memory for this mama.
May the 4th be with you!