The first time was tears of happiness while clinking champagne glasses with two beautiful friends who decided today, with rings on their fingers, that they don’t ever want to love anybody else but each other.
“I’m so happy that you moved back so that you could be here for this.”
I’m happy, too.
It rained all day and the windows were wet and gray. On the drive home, as I stared out at the darkening sky I saw in the reflection as she reached across the seat and touched his arm.
“I’m so happy.”
And then I came home and I collapsed on my cold, lonely bed at the end of a long, happy day and I thought about all of the cats that I’m going to have someday in my crazy house on the hill. That was the second time that I cried today.