a happy cry.

it's not often i experience a "happy" cry. our wedding (both) - yes. the first time henry told me he loved me - yes. after boot camp - yes. these are the ones that stick out in my memory movie reel.

they are far and few between. i just smile really REALLY big, toothy silly grins. but rarely do i cry happy tears.

i did last week. in the privacy of our home, when i didn't have to share my husband with family or the road... from the inner most dwellings of my heart, i wept in his arms. it's funny what the body does when there are no words to describe and no expressions to articulate. when pure genuine joy overtakes every ounce of control. all that makes me me, exploded into softly falling tears.

surreal.

dream-like.

utter happiness.

blessed with love.

my husband, my best friend and biggest fan, - home.