Twice today, I teared up.
The first time was after lunch when the three younger kids and I gathered around the woodstove (it's bitter today!) so I could finish up reading this book to them. I got to the end and wham, suddenly I was blubbering.
I can read out loud just fine, and I can tear up and keep it secret (usually), but put the two together and things disintegrate mighty fast.
The second time was while reading this essay. The ending left me feeling suckerpunched. So, so good.
Smart writing and leaky eyes—gotta love it!
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This same time, years previous: the quotidian (3.14.16), smiling for dimples, bolt popcorn, from my diary, golden chicken curry, butterscotch pudding.