I cry easily at best. During the Christmas season? Forget it. I cried when I finished reading The Best Christmas Pageant Ever to Mark. I cried when I read A Christmas Dress for Ellen to our children. I cried so much I had to pass the book over to Emma. She read until she started crying too much to continue. Braeden had to finish. (Then Adam came home and decided to take a picture of Emma and me, our arms wrapped around each other, sobbing. You'll just have to imagine how unflattering the picture was. I'm not posting it.)
Then, Adam showed me this:
Oh my goodness.
I ought to buy stock in Kleenex.