We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?
It was very early on a Sunday morning, still dark as the month of November inched toward the winter darkness. Leah stretched in her warm bed, working out the kinks of the night as her old bones voiced their objection to being moved.
“All right, Body,” Leah said. “Time to rise and–well, you don’t have to shine, but getting me up and moving would be good. Ready? Set! Go!”
There was a time when she would have simply thrown the covers back as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed all in one swift movement.
Not any more. She smiled to herself as she rolled to her side, let her legs find the side of the bed and then her feet touch the floor as she pushed herself into a sitting position. Good. That’s a good start. Now for the hard part. She grabbed her cane from where it hung on the bedpost, holding it in her left hand and pushing off the bed with her right. Slow and easy, she stood beside the bed. She gave her body a second or two while it adjusted to her upright position before she asked it to start moving.
As she walked toward the door, she wondered why her husband had the TV on so early in the morning. It was unusual for him. He didn’t enjoy television much. Or maybe he had the radio on, because there were voices in the house and it was just too early for company.
She opened her bedroom door, intending to head to the bathroom, but before she could adjust to the light in the hallway, her seventeen-year-old granddaughter came out of the bathroom and they had a collision right there in the hallway, Leah hanging on to the girl in utter amazement. As the rest of the family began to assemble, the tears of joy began to form in her eyes and spill down her cheeks.
What a wonderful surprise! She’d known they were coming, but hadn’t expected them until much later in the day. A whole extra day with her son and his family, who lived in Europe, was a blessing indeed.