Abigail B. Vint

As a fan of commercials, I often get caught up in them. It’s not uncommon for my boyfriend to change the channel to help me avoid becoming a blubbering mess over an advertisement.

This is one such advert.

If you watch it yourself, I’m sure you’ll see where the weepyness comes from.

I too have a wonderful father, one who also did a spectacular job of being the “keeper of the memories” by documenting my youth in home videos.

Perhaps that’s why this one touches my heart so much.