Every time that Beth dies in Little Women.
Every time that Sophie makes her choice.
And, every time that a somebody that shouldn't be able to, does.
Every time the boy's choir forms while Cary Grant and The Bishop's Wife enjoy the music.
Every time that Scrooge laughs and buys the turkey.
Every time that a pet dies, even if it's just a silly old fish.
Every time that Sydney walks on a stage.
and every time that a good book ends.
Because that means I can still feel stuff. So, I can laugh...
Everytime that silly squirrel we've named Lola digs in the back yard and flips and rolls in the cool spot while I do dishes at the picture window.
Everytime the cat and dog play chase...and the cat is chasing; to the left, the dog chases the cat, to the right, the cat chases the dog, back and forth and back and forth.
Every time Rob tells a joke or speaks in an accent.
Or, when some TV character cracks wise in a dry and witty way.
Or, when I cut a quilt back wrong.
What must it be like to get all dried up and not be able to laugh and cry?