I just got done watching a "What not to Wear" episode on TLC. I teared up through out the entire show. I don't know why it's just so touching to see how makeup and clothes and a new hair style can make all the difference to someone's life. I know it's weird that I cried. But......it's what I do.
I am a crier.
There. I've said it. I'm really good at it.
I cry all of the time. I get it from my father. He always joked that his kidneys were right below his eyelids and so that's why he always had water coming out of his eyes. All I know is I got the same genetic make up. As my dad gets older, the tears flow more freely. As I get older....my tears are right at the surface as well, ready to bubble up and drip down my cheeks.
I literally cry every Sunday. Something will set me off. Seeing someone else get choked up and teary. Watching the deacons pass the sacrament and remembering when I had awkward 12 year old boys living in my home. Hearing a heart warming experience. Sharing my testimony. Singing. Thinking that Laila is going to be a Beehive next year at this time. Looking over my left shoulder during a meeting to catch my friend Si's eye, and having her NOT THERE. (She just moved out of the ward) Really just anything. I used to be bugged by my church crying, but now I just know it's me.
There is a "cryer group" in my ward. All the wardies know it's Nick Cash, Nan Bruske, Lois Keiffer, Chris Capson, Bishop Barlow and Me. Laura Belnap can join in too. She's a pretty good crier.
Nick Cash says that he used to be bothered by his church crying, but now he says when he gets choked up he thinks there is a little angel sitting on his shoulder testifying. I like it.
I cry at commercials. Hallmark commercials are the worst...but so are car commercials, laundry commercials, Dorito commercials, baby product commercials.......
I cry at tv shows ...and in movies.... and during beauty pageants....when I relate stories.... when I read missionary letters ......when I sing at funerals-even when I don't know the people......when I see a beautiful sunset ........and while watching the news.
I have some family members and friends who are "rocks." I know they are feeling it, but no tears are dropping. How would that be?
I cry therefore I am.