Before I had kids, I didn't cry much. And certainly not unless I was sick, really, really sleep-deprived or incensed. Even at the most emotionally charged, heart-string yanking movies, or weddings, even my own, nary a tear. But, after having kids, I cry. A lot. And, often for no reason at all.
I cry profusely at sports themed movies, where the underdog triumphs against all odds like Remember the Titans, Hoosiers, We are Marshall, even Coach Carter -- has anyone else actually seen that movie? I cry at commercials, yes, I am that person. I cry reading articles about sick children and natural disasters and people who pull themselves up from nothing and succeed. It's kind of embarrassing being a big blubber face, but I've done far more embarrassing things in my life than crying in public, so it doesn't really bother me anymore. Not much anyway.
Today I cried in public again, for the umpteenth time, but not for nothing. For a very good reason, in fact.
ISAAC GOT IN!
His was the 5th name drawn. He lucked in so early that it happened before I actually arrived at the lottery. I didn't even see his name on the list until the secretary at the school came over and told me he was in.
And then I burst into tears. Great big, streaming down my face tears of joy and relief and gratitude.
It's the miracle we were praying for. And, it is a miracle indeed. I know so many of you were hoping for this outcome for us as well, and I appreciate your support more than you'll ever know.
Sometimes I cry for no reason at all, but this morning was not one of those times. This morning I was the happiest big blubber face you ever saw.