You guys. You guys …
It’s been four days since we returned from Disney World, and I’m struggling to find a way to put it into words.
I know there are the Disney haters. I know a lot of you can’t imagine spending that kind of time or money on a vacation that is purely child-centered, one that leaves you physically exhausted when you could’ve toured Europe for 2 weeks instead. But call me a push-over or a sap or a sell-out, I don’t care. Disney is magical for me.
And Disney at Christmas? It’s almost too much, but in a good way.
For five days I was witness to my children’s joy over and over again. It was “the best day ever!” every single day. We held hands. We laughed together. We were goofy.
We remembered you’re never too old for fairy tales.
For five days we were on our first ever family vacation, totally under the spell of The Mouse.
The words elude me, but the magic did not.