I continue to find myself more prone to tears than I ever have been in the past. It’s usually parental things that push me along the path to tears, although a sappy kids movie can also do it. (Seriously, I was near tears watching the Croods. The Croods.)
I guess it’s probably not a bad thing. It’s some sort of physical response to the weight of being a dad, a husband. I knew this stuff wouldn’t be easy. It’s good — but seldom easy.
And sometimes, that’s worth crying about. After all, it isn’t exactly baseball, is it?