Dad's Story - by Tiffany

I remember the first time I learned that tears don’t always mean sadness. I learned it from Dad. I couldn’t have been more than three years old at the time (okay, I could have been more than three, but I don’t think I was—I just know I was pretty small.) Dad had been gone on a long business trip and so he hadn’t seen us in quite a while. Mom took some of us kids (maybe even all of us, I’m not sure) with her to pick Daddy up at the airport. When we saw Dad coming, I bounded up the corridor ahead of the rest of the pack to greet him. Dad set down his suitcase and knelt down to scoop me up. And as he picked me up, I noticed tears coming down his face. “Daddy, why are you crying?” I asked, “Are you sad?” He replied, “Sometimes people cry when they are happy, too.”