Small-scale orchestral sadness and worry becomes larger-scale redemption and hope, then lapses back to self-doubt and repeats, but not until it destroys my marriage, although that could've been more about me sleeping with the babysitter. Heartwarming, lush, wave-like melancholic beds of churning strings burst into drum-driven orchestral positivity @:42 featuring winds, brass and synths. @1:06 the mood gets suspicious and dark again, building back to an explosively positive, grandiose, life-affirming change @1:52 that makes us finally feel good about ourselves, even though we've just learned we've been mispronouncing "acai" our entire lives. Good for overcoming tragedy (especially after causing it), interpersonal triumphs and stressing the dangers of having your mother-in-law babysit for you.