This is a piece that resonates with me. Written by a great friend in recovery, Mark Goodson. Check out Tears of Joy.
Tears of Joy by Mark Goodson of The Miracle of the Mundane
I don’t cry often.
The last time I recall crying was over my friend who died in January. He was my longest friend in recovery. I went to meetings and shared. I wrote him an elegy:
And I felt better over time.
This weekend was nothing special. In fact, it was a mundane spree. Ikea, museums, and a trip to Costco. But I lost it last night rocking my baby girl to sleep. I always sing to her the Beach Boys’ “God Only Knows.”
As her head rested on my shoulder, and her eyes began to helplessly close, I realized the powerful truth in the words I sang.
“If you should ever leave me
Well life would still go on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me.”
The thought of losing her was not what brought me to tears. It was the beauty of having her. This little girl. How must she feel about me? And how can I ever show her all that she means to me?
Even with her, the world can’t show me a thing. Not a damn thing. She IS my world. Nothing can ever change the way I feel about her. Nothing.
And it was in this realization of unconditional love, that I cried like a baby.