Most people cry at the movies or when a certain song is played or even over a good book.
Apparently, I cry at football games.
It was the last game of the season. The last time for this school year that I would stand out on the track with my ever-present camera, shooting pictures of the cheer squad for both their website and the end-of-the-year memory dvd.
My daughter is a sophomore. That's 10th grade of 12 in the U.S. educational system (for those readers not on American soil!) .
So no, it wasn't her last game ever. There are two more seasons of Friday night lights in our future.
But for 10 girls I have spent the last 10 weeks photographing, it was the last hoorah.
These are the seniors. The 12th-grade girls. As is our school's tradition, they were honored just before halftime of the game.
Accompanied onto the track by their parents.
Presented with roses.
Wearing tiaras in their hair.
And I cried.
Not just because of how much I have enjoyed these 10 team members, but because I had an instant flash-forward as I photographed each beaming girl and her proud and grinning parents.
What I saw was two years from now ... when it will be Wonderhubby and me walking onto the track, with the Roo-girl between us.
With a tiara in her hair.
At her last high school football game.
Slow down, you move too fast. I've got to make the memory last ...