I have finally returned to my life after spending a week in the most magical place on earth.
Disneyworld is still as amazing as I remember. Sure, the miles and miles of walking on concrete, the crowds that press in too close, and the screaming of children were certainly not my favorite things. But, I got to see my 18 month old niece meet Mickey Mouse for the first time. She blew kisses to Princess Ariel and high-fived Peter Pan. I got to see my sister get engaged, complete with “Will you marry me?” written in chocolate and her bursting into tears.
My littlest sister and I had quite a journey through Epcot, doing our best to drink around the world. I haven’t had that many shots in a long time.
Despite my pained feet and crippling hangover, I marveled along with the youngest child as fireworks painted the sky above Cinderella’s castle. Some things just never grow old and, in some ways, we never grow up.