If you know me, you know I’m a crier. (For those who didn’t know, now you know.) I’m not really a hugger. If I’m feeling emotion, I cry. That doesn’t necessarily mean I only cry during bad times. I cry happy tears too — and lately, those have been most of the tears I cry.
When I found out I was pregnant
Sebastian’s first steps
I’m not sure the good cries have ever been this frequent, though. I remember “good crying” when I got into Penn State and then law school. And when I got my first big girl lawyer job and then when I passed the Illinois bar exam. When I got engaged to my husband. At our rehearsal and then at our wedding. Those are all pretty recent, though, and there was quite some time between each.
It seems my good cries have certainly increased. These days, just seeing my son smile can make me cry. It could simply be that my life is full of more good these days. It could be that as I’ve matured, I’ve grown to appreciate life, and really just everything, a whole lot more. It seems like I feel a whole lot more, too. And a whole lot of what I’m feeling is happiness. Pure, unfiltered, incomparable happiness.
It’s probably most likely a combination of all those things. Whatever the reason(s), the good cries have been in abundance. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I have gotten so much more emotional as I've gotten older!