12: tears

the last time i cried - or at least had tears in my eyes - was when my grandfather was visiting with my grandmother on thanksgiving. we had prayed, and mike, my stepdad, thought it would be good if we all said went around and said what we're thankful for, which is cliche, it does have it's beauty. my grandfather started telling us what he was thankful for, and tears were welling up in his eyes, it didn't take long for mine to do the same. i don't even remember what he said, but there's something powerful about tears.