You know that I've been introspective. I've shared why I run. I've shared why I write. All caught up? Great. Let's keep going.
I cut the grass and raked brush the other week. Although I didn't notice it while it was happening, it tore up my hands. Sweaty and hot, I came inside and inspected my blisters.
Par for the course. Apparently I've got soft hands. They blister easily with minimal friction.
I think of other areas in my life that are sensitive, this time in a good way. I want to have a tender heart. Give me a lip-dub proposal, draw me into a 52-second romance, remind me that my kids are growing up in a blink, or show me a father's love for his little girl, and I'm a sucker.
Oh yes, I cry easily at sappy things. It's a good kind of soft.
I can't be the only one. What book, movie, song, or commercial gets you every time?