A while ago (at the crack of dawn, to be exact), I put my son on a bus to go to
Yankee Stadium to see Pope Benedict! Tickets were a rarity, and he got one!
I run to the emotional end of the spectrum, and while I didn't exactly cry, I did feel my mouth get that tugging of tearing up. Hey, somebody's gotta balance out the non-criers, right? :-)
Have a Blessed Sunday everyone. I pray for all of you daily, and I also try to remember the appts.