Last night's Downton Abbey finale warmed me heart.

This is no Little House On The Prairie by any means, but last night's episode contained a father-daughter talk between Lord Grantham and his daughter Mary that sent me flying for the tissues. Although I knew that Mary would finally get together with Matthew, (as most of this show is deliciously predictable), I had no idea that Lord Grantham would learn of Mary's unfortunate dead-dude-in-the-bed episode and basically tell her that she was still a person of worth, who only deserved the very best, who should, without question, move on and release herself from the self-pitying quick sand of "damaged goods".

That's one awesome, early 20th century, Daddy.

We don't always need our parents approval, but when we get it, we soar.