We had just stepped into the theater lobby after watching "Superman." Our phones had beeped during the movie. When we checked them, we noticed that our daughter Mallory had texted to let us know that she was pregnant. She sent a picture of the baby's sonogram. I broke down. Sobbed. In front of everyone. Not Dedo. Me. She's worried about me. I cry all the time now. The older I get, the more I cry at movies, watching television, praying, hearing sounds, etc. I have become the biggest wimp in the history of mankind. I only cried once in the first 35 years of my adult life (excluding funerals). At the end of the classic baseball movie "Field of Dreams" when the son plays catch with his father, I cry every time I see it. Still do. It brings back so many good memories of my Dad.
Dedo used to cry all the time. The older she gets, the less she cries. We are going in opposite emotional directions. Why? I have no idea.
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