It's a gloomy, rainy day here in New York City. A look outside the windows of my apartment reveals an empty, slippery street surrounded by sidewalks that are being utilized by exactly zero people not necessarily because of the weather, but as a direct response to the current climate of the world.
In short: it's not exactly the kind of day that makes you feel on top of the world.
That is until you see a video of The Rock's pre-shower ritual. Then, all of a sudden, everything is ok.
Sure, he's shirtless with only a towel between us and him, but this feeling has nothing to do with what he looks like. (Well, maybe not nothing.) This is about love. And it doesn't get any better than The Rock's massive hands gently washing his adorable little girl's hands to the tune of "You're Welcome" from Moana.
My heart is full.