Written by Michelle
It’s official. I’m having a Disneycoma.
Its been six days, five nights, twelve hours and thirteen minutes.
But who’s counting?
Mentally, I’m still covered in pixie dust, wrapped-up in the short-lived victories of attaining the right amount of fast passes and re-living every moment we spent with storybook characters.
Amidst the typical meltdowns, tears, tantrums and headaches of having three children travel and then come back to reality, my mind is still dreaming of riding Aladdin’s carpet. Sadly, reality is more like spinning on the Alice in Wonderland tea cups ride.
I’m still trying to process the events of our week-long stay and study the pictures in my mind’s eye: the smiles on pirouetting girls,
the laughs across the table, the happy tears
and even the sad ones that meant good-byes and growing up. The long days and all the evenings’ skylines filled with colorful fireworks accompanied by music only lasted a few minutes but displaced me for hours…even days.
It WAS magical.
Which makes me think: there’s a lot to learn from the thread that weaves this enchanting place together.
Imagine if more people TRULY loved their jobs…
I’ve never met so many people who proclaimed (without being prompted) that they loved where they worked. From the gentleman selling me a coffee, to the lady trying to sign me up for a credit card, they loved what they did! They said it, and it showed. It was contagious!
Imagine if positive music filled our streets...
Even meltdowns can take a positive turn with the right music in the background. From happy tunes that made princesses spin, to classical music that put me at ease even in the middle of family disputes, every step of my way was lead by a song. It was infectious!
Imagine if people genuinely uplifted each other…
My daughters were called princesses. My son was called handsome. We all felt special simply because someone took the time to celebrate an attribute. It wasn’t overly done, just true. So simple!
Imagine if you got laid( …oops) LEID every night at a Polynesian Luau…
Sharing a meal family-style with those we love and cherish in our lives can be the perfect ending to any given day’s celebration. We’ll always remember the moments and stories we shared around the table.
Disney World is the recipe for utopia complete with the smell of freshly baked cookies and buttery pop corn. If only it were that easy!
In the end, maybe the answer to my Disneycoma is to start counting down.
It’s going to be several years, a couple of months and a lot of hours, but I will meet Mickey (and Minnie) again.