Aw man! Break out the suitcase size box of Kleenex and spout a river down my cheeks (facial ones). King! Real MEN don't cry!....we suffer from allergies. However there was that one time when my 5 year old son, smacked me right in the lap with his fist. That's the closest I ever came to bawling without reaching for the symbolic Afrin snort. The other was when my wife sold off my big "bachelor" butt smoochin' recliner at post-marriage garage sale. I was inconsolable for weeks. (And NO! it didn't have duct tape or engine grease on it...)
One morning... I woke up and I realized that I wasn't the same longer. That was the greatest moment in my life, because it was then, when I realized how much I needed you in my life, and I do now... I love you, Lord Jesus Christ.