Maybe it's because it's really late and I'm really tired, so tired that I can barely remember how to spell "remember."
Or maybe it's the whole Desmond thing. I'm definitely much more sentimental now then I was fifteen months ago. I can hear him snoring over the baby monitor, and it sounds like Beethoven.
Whatever. I strongly recommend spending the next seven minutes and thirty-four seconds watching Susan Boyle. I abhor shows like this, yet I could watch this particular clip over and over again.
(I'd embed the video, but that function has been disabled by YouTube for some reason)