Either way. I'm an emotional son of a Beeber these days. I thought I'd share with you my happy tear moments this week.
It started last Sunday when one of my Hingepoint kids who only comes every other week (sad face) brought me a gift. She handed me a little pink box with a glitter bow. In it was this.

My inner soundtrack started playing this slice of cheese.
The church I went to as a kid would play this every year on the last night of Awana. If you want to see me weep like a sad little baby all you have to do is play this song. Don't think I didn't tear up previewing the video before I put it in here.
God bless you Ray Boltz. And your curly mullet too.
I did have a mini staycation this week. I caught up on some daytime tv but even that wasn't safe. I caught a clip on Oprah about a grandson of a slave who learned to read at 98. He even went on to write a book before he died. They showed some b-roll footage of him hunched over a bible reading intently. Can you imagine? Cause I did. And then I cried, obvs.
Then Hingepoint had a baptism yesterday. I love baptisms! Its such a great day for new believers. And I was surprised when I found out one of my kids was getting baptized. I was so proud of my homie. I would post a picture of all the baptism awesomeness but I didn't want to steal Jeri's pictures. But I can assure you it's precious overload.
Then today I had an unexpected phone call with my Grandma. We chatted about some stuff and she was telling me she was proud of me. I guess I always know that but it was really sweet to hear. Made my night.
So...that's pretty much it. I think I'll go lay in the fetal position, think about my feelings and finish crying.
Oh. I almost forgot. I was able to pull myself together long enough to take a day trip to LA. Coheed and Cambria Neverender tour. Amazing. Crappy venue but great show. First there was an acoustic set, then they performed the entire Second Stage Turbine
Bil and I have a picture like this from every Coheed show we've been to.
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