Just saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2 with Rachel and Neel, Jason and Sarah.
When the lights came up, Sarah and I were crying. We began our Potter journey when she was a teen in Vanderbilt Children's Hospital for a month and I bought Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and began reading it to her. Now she is a wonderful mother with an amazing, magical little girl.
How could I not cry?
