It usually takes quite a bit for me to cry. Sure, I’ll let go of a few tears in a good chick flick, but most situations in life don’t warrant the water works.
Tonight, I was with my sister, putting the kids to bed, and I had said good night to my niece. Then I went in to say good night to my sister’s soon to be step-daughter, who is three. I was summoned back into Sarah’s room. She wanted to say good bye again, and you could see she looked like she was about to cry. I said good night, told her that I loved her, and walked out of the room. The tears just started to flow, and there was just no stopping them. I sat in the living room and just cried for a good ten minutes, feeling like a blubbering fool.
It’s getting harder to say good bye every time I see that kid. She means so much to me, and it makes going back to Boston all that harder tomorrow.
Uncle Mike has some thinking to do.