The following is not a plea for sympathy, simply an observation of changes in my own behavior as I grow up:
I've been watching Cake Boss in my spare time the past few weeks of summer vacation. This week I saw two baby episodes, and I bawled through both, tears of sympathetic joy, and then longing.
That didn't used to happen.
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I cried during a movie at every scene where a sorrow was suggested or hinted and was confused at the end.
Go figure?
I remember being in young womens at Church and wondering why on earth my leaders cried in every lesson. Now, it makes more sense. Growing up sure does interesting things.
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