Ah, hell...now I'm all misty eyed.
now that wasn't fair...where's my hanky?
It's a bit dusty in here, too.
Gerard, you wonderful bastard, you've made a wizened attorney weep in his morning coffee.
Can't stop the flood.
Sh**. Now I've got to re-do my makeup.
No comment now.
I have something in my eye(s).
Thank You, G....
Thanks, Gerard for a wonderful reminder of what really matters.
That clip has redefined 'affecting.'
No dry eyes is right.
Like everyone else, I'm wiping the tears away.
My son had a similar experience when his Dad surprised him with an unannounced return from 12 mo. in-country VietNam. In his case, it wasn't school, it was Pop Warner football practice. Only time I ever saw my son shed tears in front of his coach and peers. Unfortunately the only documentation I have is one very old Kodak print that is kind of blurry and now faded.
But it doesn't matter who it is, the thrill and the joy of a return is something wonderful to behold. Thank you for reminding us again of this wonderful scene.
And Happy New Year to all.
What a lovely surprise! I cried along with the rest of you. Then I wished she wore a different shirt to greet her Dad.
Wonderful! Pure, and untainted love.
Had my share of homecomings in my Army career. This clip just shut me down for awhile. My goodness.
That clip tore me up for some personal reasons, and for young Hannah's joy and surprise that day.
And I'm with Teresa on this one. Let's thank Jaclyn Smith's KMart Kidz, or Kid Gap's Young American summer line, for plastering that symbol upon tens of thousands of young bodies, just at this moment in time.
I'll wager my '61 VW Beetle, appraised at 28K, against a doughnut; that the MSgt. got her to retire that shirt and any others like it, and she did it willingly that very night.
Oh, and those earrings, too...