These were good cries:
My Mama called me! I know my brother dialed the phone and held it for her, but my Mama called me!!!!!!
Later on, I was listening to one of my kids talk about this gift he was given and how he didn't expect it. Well, he left the room and I was alone, everyone is asleep, and I hear a noise behind me. I turn to look but no one is there. Then I realize I see the Methodist symbol on the floor on a white note atop a red card with a green ribbon.
I got up and before I picked it up, I immediately thought of my Dad who died 2 years ago. I picked it up and said to the room, "Do that again." The noise re-occurred and I knew it was my Dad saying here I am. You found the card, you didn't need me to make that sound again but I obliged you.
I cried like a baby.
And, last but not least, my youngest teen. We made chocolate cherry cheesecake together. She never wants to cook with me. It was the best! Yep, you guessed it, I cried.
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