Needless to say....
That entire segment of the feature, with no dialog, tells a true love story. One with its ups and downs, happy and sad. While watching it, when the loss scene played, my wife and I were already holding hands (as we quiet often do)... Both of us gripped the other’s hand a little tighter and looked into each other’s eyes that were glistening with tears. We knew that feeling. But we got through it, mainly because we knew by then we were meant to go another route, and that “other route” was sitting by my wife in the other seat... A beautiful blond haired, blue-eyed five year old that we adopted at birth via private placement. I know in my heart that he is right where God meant for him to be. He is now a hunky looking 17 year old (think Jan Michael Vincent in the mid 1970s, with hair like Prince Charming’s from “Shreck”) that scored a composite 35 out of a possible 36 on his ACT (aced the science and math portions) and wants to be a surgeon... He’ll make it, too...