This is nothing new. I find myself tearing in response to the oddest things. Recently, it’s gotten worse, or better, depending on your take on it.
I’m happy, so I don’t think it’s a sign of some large and looming issue in my life. No, I suspect it has to do with change, transition, and getting older.
Most often, the tears kick in when I think about my children. How proud I am of each of them! They’re balanced, independent, and for the most part, happy. What more could a parent want? These are tears of gratitude and joy, mixed with nostagia and heartache.
Then again, it’s time for my testosterone, shot, so it could be nothing more than a chemical imbalance.
This morning, I strated crying while listening to Justin Biebers “As Long As You Love Me:”
“As long as you love me we could be starving we could be homeless we could be broke.”
I texted those lyrics to Frank and he replied, “LOL.”
Ruth called me while I was shopping for the Thanksgiving groceries. She had watched an episode of Modern Family and was laughing about y similar the comedy was to her own family. I laughted with her, but it was all I could do not to start crying in Kroger.
When I take a break from work-week rountine, a break that holidays make possible, I am able to step back just enough to see again the amazing life that is mine. I am grateful beyond words for family, friends, good health, and a comfortable home.
Blessings to you this Thanksgiving Day.