Its monday evening and I'm crying over a video of a man making fried corn. Its an odd sentence. I know. Its an odd thing to cry over. A corn being put on to the grill and coated over and over again in golden butter and batter, far longer than most are ready to commit to do, let alone watch. But I'll be honest. It wasn't about the corn. It could have been a video of a stranger's old family video, pets cuddling into their loved ones, or a song playing over two figures standing still in the distance watching as the tide comes in. It didn't have to be corn. Just the happy little smile the man beamed afterwards into the lens of the camera, a smile that said this is important, this is something to be given with pride. Something enjoyed. Love. Life. Shared together. It didn't have to be corn. As I watch this video, I am crying. I am smiling. And its almost silly. How everything means so much to me. But I just can't help it. Can't help it all. That everything Just means so much to me.