The Year I Didn't Cry

Y'all. I'm a cryer. I just am. I cry when I'm sad. I cry when I'm angry. I cry when I'm anxious. I cry when I'm happy. I cry when I'm scared. I cry when something is so beautiful and sweet that I just can't take it.

I cried when this happened.

And then I really cried when this happened.

I'm a plain old basketcase. In all honesty, it's one of the characteristics about myself that I like the least. But that's how the Father created me so I'm gonna own it. 

So then this happened.

And I cried. But only for a brief moment the day before school started. And after that I was ok. 

I didn't cry when I walked her to her classroom on that first day. Or when I dropped her off in the carpool lane the second day. In fact, I haven't cried all week. I know. I'm as shocked as you are. 

Maybe I'm getting used to the fact that my babies are growing up. Either that or I'm saving it all up for when Chaz goes to kindergarten next year! ;)