When I went to bed last night, I was weeping; when I woke up in the middle of the night, I was still weeping. And when I opened my eyes this morning, with my one year old son sleeping peacefully in between my wife and me, I was still weeping. And, trust me, I don't weep on a dime.
The tears running down my face were of something so much more than happiness, so much more than simple relief. They were...
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