I generally figure Pixar gets one sniffle out of me per movie, but this was totally unfair. Kevin and I both choked up, and there was much surreptitious eye-wiping. (I remember how I used to roll my eyes when my Mom cried at movies. Then I hit some invisible point in my late twenties and now I mist up at more movies than not. I have made a mental note to never, EVER watch "Out of Africa," which was like her personal kryptonite.)
It was one of my favorite Pixar movies so far. I recommend it highly.
Also, I LOVED the opening short. I am totally the guy making porcupines.