True confession time.
Christmas and Easter are two seasons that rip me open raw in a way I don't have words to describe. The sacred. The holy. I'm simply at a total loss. I destroys me in the best way.
These flash mobs popping up all around the country singing Hallelujah simply move me to tears. Every time. And not little tears, like a tiny one sneaking out of the corner of your eye, nope. Big rolling down your face, too near to sobbing tears.
It moves me. Moves me huge.