“When was the last time you cried happy tears?”
This was a writing prompt from a blog course I’m taking. I couldn’t remember a single instance and it bothered me.
I cry mainly when I’m hormonal. I wish my tears would come more easily when I want them to and less when I feel out of control.
Just to say SOMETHING I wrote about the last time my eyes welled, which was when a friend told me about her pregnancy.
It’s strange how such a positive question made me feel bad for myself (who knows? maybe I was hormonal at the time.)
A few days later I heard three honks outside my Mom’s house in Buffalo. It was early on a Friday morning. Expecting it to be the truck I ordered to pick up my Australia shipment, I poked my head out even though I was still in my PJ’s.
There was a silver Jeep in the driveway, no one else was in the house and we weren’t expecting anyone so my brain short circuited when I saw my sister-in-law.
She stood there in a yellow tee-shirt, much brighter than the hazy morning sky. She and my brother live in Charleston, South Carolina (on a good day it’s a 14 hour drive from Buffalo).
Then I saw him. My not-so-little-brother. I didn’t expect to see him on this particular visit to the USA because his work schedule is hectic. He’s the closest person to me that I don’t communicate with often. We have passionate arguments about sweetener, love all the same 80’s movies and share a zillion inside jokes.
“Are you kidding me!” Which came out more like a statement than a question. “Are you fucking kidding me?” My chin quivered and I ran over to hug him.
He had driven all through the night. To surprise me. To see his niece.
I had my happy tears.