Today, I am astonished by the immediacy of my delight and the readiness of my tears. I used to go months and even years without crying; now, it happens spontaneously when something strikes me as moving, sad, or even beautiful — especially that. I howl with laughter. I feel joy for no reason. Snuggling up to my daughter at night, closing another day with a clear conscience, fills me with a gratitude too thick for words.
