It’s the children. They do it to me every time. With their cute little faces and enthusiasm. School buses roll into our downtown area right before the parade, unloading hundreds of children who line the parade route and wave and shout words of thanks to the veterans walking and riding by.
The sap in me usually starts getting misty eyed even before the first step. There’s just something about seeing children with flags mingling with old folks that gets my tear ducts stirred up, especially when the kids starting chanting “U-S-A”.
I actually held it together pretty well this year until….until this girl had to go and do this right in the middle of the street:
And then…and then this little boy did this:
And it just sent me over the edge.
Good grief. I should buy stock in Kleenex.