Dang Tears!

Some Mondays when I sit down to write my weekly blog, I'm totally clueless about what to write about. Other times I'll have a plan. Today is one of those clueless Mondays. I'm sitting in my tree stand. It is November 7, which to us buck hunters across the country, today is the day to be in the stand. It's almost too warm to be hunting, but today is thee day. Of course if I don't get my buck today, well then the 8th, 9th and 10th, are just as good. Maybe we should say that this is the week!

As I was thinking about the past week and what to write about, I remembered yesterday. Jenelle was writing a post on Facebook and sharing our daughter Aiyana’s senior pictures. As she was writing, she was getting teary eyed. And as I was looking over her shoulder, I remembered getting teary eyed as well! Well, let's face it; I'm a big bawl baby. I think it's a condition. Now don't get me wrong, I don't usually cry from pain. Cut off my leg or stick a splinter under my fingernail, I could probably handle that. But if I had to watch someone else go through with the same thing, I would probably be an emotional basket case. And if there isn't anything that I can do to help and just have to watch someone suffer, well then I'm toast! Same with tears of joy. If someone is happy and filled with joy, so happy that they actually have tears running down their face, and I see their face, well, I just join in.  My competitive inner self just wants to outdo them. The tears start to well up inside of me. And this all turns into a ferocious battle when my outer self tries to stop the tears. And of course that all turns into a two hundred pound blubbering giant that can't talk, blink or hardly breath, because if I did, the inner self would start winning and there would be this massive flood  of tears rolling down my face, and everyone would drown and the cause and effect would just go on from there.

So that's kinda how the past week was for me. 

Aiyana’s volleyball team won the NCSAA title in Ohio. The week prior, when they had won their conference title, they had grabbed the trophy and high fived each other and everyone was in a festive spirit. Well this week's National tournament was different. After winning the tournament, the girls all turned into a mob of weeping young ladies, realizing that this was their last game of the season. Then the coaches joined in along with some of the parents. Of course I was right there, blubbering away with the best of them.

And then there was a viewing for the passing of a friend's father. My wife's post about our daughter. And to top it off we ended the week with communion at church. The pastor and elders try to keep communion meaningful and this Sunday was no different. I have a dear friend that is a little older than me but suffers from the same condition as me. He is an elder and his role this Sunday was to serve the wine and say those special words of Christ, "my blood shed for you."  When it was my turn to take the wine, I looked at him. His face was so full of love and joy and gratitude!  And when he looked at me, well, he couldn't say a word. 

And he didn't have too! Emotional expression says so much more than words.

Sometimes, when I think about my emotional self, I often wish that it wasn't there. 

But in reality, what kind of a dull life would that be?

Just give me a tissue!