I admit that the first time I watched it and Han and Chewie came on the screen, I teared up. The second time, I cried through the whole trailer. Yes, I am one of those people. In my defense, Star Wars is incredibly sentimental for me -- like millions of others of my generation. Return of the Jedi was the first movie that I ever saw in a theater. My dad took me when I was five and I still remember my fascination with the Ewoks (I was in kindergarten, don't judge). So it is completely understandable that I would be beside myself to see Han Solo for the first time since I was small. Or at least that is what I keep telling myself. But even my love of Star Wars does not approach my husband's -- whose mom still has his Millennium Falcon and all of the toy characters. There is a reason that we have a Star Wars poster in our rec room, my son has a light saber in his bedroom and my daughter owns a baby Wookie stuffed animal. And that is because we are unabashedly and unapologetically huge Star Wars fans.
Darth Vader even made an appearance in our holiday card one year.
December cannot come fast enough.