This weekend I received an email that finally brought a few tears to my eyes. I say finally, because I haven't had a good cry in a while.
Apparently, the daughter of a relative in St. Louis was volunteering at a summer camp for kids with cancer. Her mother showed up one day, it happened to be 'hat day'. She found her daughter and what was she wearing? One of our FLHW hats.
So why the tears? I'm not sure. Maybe it just sparked something...a need for a release? Without having given it too much thought, they were certainly tears of joy and happiness. In some instances, crying is good. It is cleansing and even stress relieving.