To Cry Or Not To Cry

Last night Trucker and W. were playing with the four-wheeler and sled again. There is no mud left in the driveway, so I would think it would be boring this time. They evidently don't think the same way I do. As they were turning around out on the black top to come back into our driveway, Trucker lost control of the sled and went skidding a little on the black top. W. said he looked funny going through the air with his arm stuck out, but then it wasn't funny when he hit the pavement and didn't move for a couple seconds. While I felt sorry for him, knew that it must sting and burn; I couldn't help but laugh a little, too, listening to them tell the story. I asked Trucker if he cried. With a disgusted look he let me know that no, he did not cry. How come? I would've, it looks painful.

The Princess and I have a little notebook that we write back and forth to each other in. We have done this on and off over the years. A few years ago we bought this cute little kitten notebook to write in. We have not used it since last summer, but she wrote to me and left it on my night stand before she left for her mission trip. I will not repeat what she wrote to me, but it was a very sweet, touching little note. So sweet and touching that it made me cry. I laid in bed and re-read her note (why? so I could cry more!) thinking about what a loving and compassionate young lady she is. As soon as I heard the tv turn off and knew that the King was coming to bed, I quick wiped my tears on the bed sheet! What was with that? Would it really matter if he saw me cry? No, but that is not how I thought of it at that moment.

How come we don't want people to see us cry? Do the rest of you try to hide your tears? If I am at a funeral, I don't mind if others see my tears. Any where else, I want them to go unnoticed, even if they are happy tears!