By Michelle Allen
There’s a kind of tear that doesn’t come from sorrow or pain—it wells up from somewhere deeper. It’s the tear that slips out when your heart is so full it spills over. The kind that catches you off guard in the middle of a quiet moment, a shared laugh, or a memory that wraps around you like a favorite quilt.
For me, it’s the sound of laughter echoing through my kitchen as friends gather around the island, swapping stories and tasting something new. It’s watching a host hit her goal and knowing she didn’t just earn rewards—she felt seen, celebrated, and capable. It’s the porch coffee mornings when the sun rises just right and I feel Dan’s presence in the breeze, reminding me that love never really leaves.
It’s the moment a guest says, “I needed this,” after a party that felt more like a reunion than a sale. It’s seeing a student find their voice in a discussion post, or watching a seed of an idea bloom into a community event. It’s the whisper of possibility in the walls of Whispering Willow Lodge, still under construction but already holding space for healing.
And oh, the grandchildren. Their laughter is pure magic—unfiltered, contagious, and capable of turning any ordinary day into a celebration. Whether they’re chasing bubbles across the yard, asking wildly imaginative questions, or giggling at jokes only they understand, their joy is a mirror that reflects everything good and hopeful in the world. Their wonderment—the way they see the moon as a friend, or a puddle as a portal—is a daily reminder that life is still full of surprises worth marveling at.
These tears of joy are sacred. They remind us that we’re alive, connected, and capable of creating beauty even in the midst of chaos. They show up when we least expect them—when a poem hits just right, when a child’s drawing says more than words ever could, when someone tells you, “You made a difference.”
So I ask you: What brings a tear of joy to your eye? Is it a song, a scent, a memory? A moment of grace in the middle of a storm?
Let’s celebrate those moments. Let’s name them, share them, and hold space for the joy that sneaks in through the cracks.
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