Yesterday, after a particularly difficult, but productive discussion with the Missus, I looked over at Julia in a moment of silent contemplation, and it just suddenly struck me how much I loved her. I saw her sitting there smiling that smile at me and it just melted my heart. Yet again.

The love between us just rushed forth in a wave and filled me with that wondrous energy that we all live for. Tears came to my eyes and I simply buzzed with that ol’ feeling.

Tears came to my eyes …

In my oft analytical mind, I thought to myself, “Now why did that happen? Why did water spring from the tear ducts under each eyeball?” Actually I began to wonder who put those little holes and tubing there in the first place? Now I know why they’re there, of course – to lubricate the eyeball. But who ever thought that that mechanism should also be tied into our emotion in such a way as to be a release point of strong emotion?

We cry at sadness, we laugh until we cry, we cry at joy, and I had just cried with love.

I had quickly wiped my eyes so that Julia would not see me crying. Now why’d I do that?! Embarrassment, I suppose – embarrassment at crying (How unmanly!). Or was it embarrassment at leaking water? :o)

Weird.

We get filled with some form of emotion – sadness, anger, joy, love – and so we fill up beyond the normal with a particular kind of energy and push out these things called “tears” — out of ready made holes that somebody or some thing placed under our eyeballs.

Even weirder.

Thinking about this, yet again, makes me wonder, yet again, just who or what it was that thought this all up. It certainly wasn’t me! I just inhabit this body for a time. I also intend to outlive it.

But, as I get older now, I find myself often stopping and wondering at the amazing touches of invention, creativity and design given us to play with in our lifetimes.

Bodies.

Pretty cool, eh?

Tears …

What a concept!