My wife learned a long time ago that I cry at the drop of a hat. It used to be embarrassing. Now it's just a family joke.
Yes, I am a sap, a wimp, and a mushy-wushy softy over the silliest things.
You remember the movie, "It's a Wonderful Life"? Well I actually cried when Jimmy Stewart went running around the town yelling, "Merry Christmas!" at the top of his lungs.
How about the Emma Thompson, Hugh Grant period piece, "Sense and Sensibility"? I remember sitting behind my wife in the movie theater in the Chicago suburbs, crying when Emma Thompson exploded in tears of joy upon learning that Hugh Grant wasn't married.
Which is why I also learned how to compartmentalize really, really important stuff worth crying over versus sappy, wimpy, mushy-wushy stuff worth crying over. I never lose sight of what's really important in life. Those cries are worth having.
Tonight I had one of those moments when real life collided with fantasy and I went right over the edge to tears.