It gets me every year. Sniffle.
(In spite of sitting in the pew behind six s.e.r.i.o.u.s.l.y. bored confirmands, in spite of people not respecting the "we leave the church in silence" instruction, in spite of the weather being too good, in spite of a headache [but that actually fits the mood], in spite of the really cute baby that was grinning at me for most of the service...it still gets me. Sniffle.)