Before I get more off tangent I'm going to go back to a Friday night. Kari, Will, Lucia, and I are driving from the Covey Arts Center in Provo to Noodles & Co. when I slip into a role of pointing out things to the kids in order to keep them in a good mood and perhaps teach them about their surroundings. The road curves and I see the familiar sign for The Mending Shed. "Lucia and Will look at the wood on that building. Do you know where that wood came from?" I stop. I can't say it because the tears are welling in my eyes and I'm the driver. Kari looks over at me and steps in to explain that the wood came from their Great Great Grandpa Huntsman's farm in Idaho.
When I visited my sisters Keeley and Alex in Kanab this March I started to cry for how happy I was to have this chance to hang out in the kitchen chatting and playing with the kids or the animals talking and talking and talking. I stay up late whenever they come to visit. I tell them every new story I have- and a few they've heard before. I cry when I hug them a little longer and a little tighter and tell them I love them.
For Mother's Day Lucia gave me a card where (with a little help) she had written, "I love you!" It was so sweet and of course tears welled up. However, I accept that I'm emotional and moved to tears at times. I just might stock up on tissues though.
It's like that song says..."I'm sensitive, and I want to stay that way." Trust me, kiddo, I can relate. I think it's an endearing quality.
As you know I often get emotional. It makes us human. Where there are tears there is also laughter and joy.
Yeah, I'm French. We like to cry. Unapologetically. When I saw my friend Jessie for the first time in 4 years, I bawled my eyes out in front of the entire crowd in the airport. No shame...no shame. My husband often looks over at me during sad movie scenes and asks me real loudly (so everyone in our vicinity at the theater can hear): "Are you CRYing?" He's a turd. A turd with a nice butt, but a turd, nonetheless.
I don't think there's anything wrong with a few tears. Far more creepy are people who don't display any emotion at all. They just give me the heebie jeebies.