My Tears of Love

There are mornings when clarity arrives before the sun fully rises.

Today was one of them.

I stood in my kitchen with my coffee warming my hands, and before I even took the first sip, something in me softened. Not in a fragile way — in a truthful way. A way that reminded me that growth doesn’t always announce itself loudly. Sometimes it shows up as a quiet wave moving through your chest, asking to be felt instead of ignored.

And when I let myself feel it, the tears came.

Not the kind that break you.

Not the kind that come from fear, confusion, or old wounds reopening.

These were different.

These were tears of alignment — the kind that rise when your heart recognizes its own healing.

They came from acknowledging how far I’ve come.

From realizing how much love I still carry, even after seasons that tried to harden me.

From understanding that softness isn’t a weakness — it’s a sign that I’m still open, still willing, still capable of loving deeply and honestly.

This morning reminded me that love doesn’t always show up as romance or grand gestures. Sometimes it shows up in the quiet moments where you finally feel safe enough to breathe. To pause. To let your emotions move without shutting them down.

That’s what The Quiet Side is about —

the moments where love shows up softly, unexpectedly, and truthfully.

Today, my tears were love.

Love for my journey.

Love for my growth.

Love for the woman I’m becoming.

And I’m grateful for every drop.