The Confession Part 1

It is time.  Time for a revelation.  An ugly truth.

In technical terms, I am an eye leaker.  If you read the pre-preceding

sentence you really have no cause to complain about the graphic

imagery in the post pre-preceding sentence.  I did say ugly.

In nontechnical terms, I get teary eyed.

In man terms, I often have something in my eye.

In Wendy’s terms, “Awwww.”

In Tyler terms, “                    .”  (can’t talk right now, choked up)

I am a complete sap for emotional movies and shows.  This pales

compared to when my offspring does anything remotely cute/clever.

When I got choked up over Isaac playing with his first toy truck, I

knew that the ante had been upped.

When he looked back at me with his “It’s OK, Dad” smile the first day

of kindergarten, I was only glad that every other parent had their

eyes trained on their own kid.

Last night, Isabelle and Wendy sang a duet at a family talent show.

It was sweet bliss to watch my two leading ladies sing their tender

song.  I was stupid proud.  As if I had anything to do with it other

then be blessed.  But, it was a blurry ordeal.

A few months ago, I went to Isaac’s kindergarten class to help him

build a gingerbread house.  Now, I did not give much thought to the

leaky eye potential (LEP).  Threat level green on the Homeland Weeping

Advisory System.  I mean, I had never once been tempted to cry over


To be continued (but only because I can).



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