I cry very easily. Whether it be over a sad, or happy movie, or a sentimental commercial, or a poem or a song that touches me. But there is one way in which I cry the most easily, just by thinking on it, and that is when I bring to mind the love that I possess for my family, my family of three in our home.
Love is so deep within me for so many people, and so many ideas, that often it feels as if it is spilling over, like a bucket that is catching rain drops from a leaky roof, or being carried from the well. So full to the brim, that is is contained yet it overflows, sometimes in a trickle, sometimes in splashes of water. That is how I envision my love sitting here at this moment.
With no people in this world, nor any concept or idea or philosophy that I feel passionate about, is this called up stronger than with my two dear girls pictured in my mind. I only need to think about a favorite moment from our previous weekend; or a funny moment that we have had. Or a time when our daughter was a baby, and we were struggling with something concerning about her. Jamie and I reuniting.
What brings tears to my eyes the most? Their eyes. Thinking about their beautiful eyes, gateways to those beautiful souls. Just thinking about them brings tears to my eyes. But even more so, seeing those eyes first hand, looking deeply into them, seeing every detail of the colors and flecks and light and dark. Hannah’s on many days are gray, others definite blue, other days more hazel and deep green. Jamie’s eyes always are just like a sunflower: gold, amber, brown, and in the center, shaped just like petals of a flower.
Tears from mine when I think about theirs.