Happy or sad, or Pride.
I remember when my oldest daughter became the best flutist in Pueblo CO. After the long drag from third grade to high school, with her music teacher prodding dad to "buy her the best, she's worth it".
$600 Gemeinhardt solid silver open hole flute (in middle school). The following year a piccolo to match.
She came home in high school and told me "Dad, they have tryouts for the Pueblo Youth Symphony, they only need three flutes, I don't think I can make it".
I asked her "Who has the best band in the city?".
"We do."
"Who is the best flutist in your band?"
"Well, me."
"OK, you have a chance"
She came home the next night ecstatic. "Dad, I not only made it, I'm NUMBER ONE!"
Watching that symphony perform, with Diana playing the solos and the other girls playing backup, definately brought some tears to this father's eyes.
Now, as I watch Diana, now 31 years old, raising those four grandkids as a good mother, the pride still brings tears to my eyes.