Do You Cry at the Oscars?

I admit that at times I cry at awards shows.

I don't really understand it all.

Of course, I have been known to cry while eating a good turkey sandwich, so what do I know.

This year's Oscars had special meaning to me because my beautiful, talented film director to be daughter of mine was watching as well.

Together, we saw almost all of the nominated movies.

She was moved by Sean Penn's portrayal of Harvey Milk and it impacted her own political stance.

She laughed along with me at the raucous scenes in Slumdog Millionaire.

Her portrayal of the young boy screaming in joy, while covered with the brown stuff, after getting his favorite actor's autograph, will keep this film alive for the two of us forever.

She is a fan of Ricky Gervais and remembered when he reminded Kate Winslet on Extras that there would be no Oscar until she accepted a Holocaust film role.

Then The Reader came along and Ricky's prediction came true.

My daughter and I and the movies we shared.

Moments frozen in time.

A 16 year old and the daddy who loves her so much and believes so strongly in her boundless future.

I think that's worth a good cry.

Happy tears, of course.