Magical, but More

It was magical.

There were five of us. My two daughters, a daughter-in-law, a friend who’s a Disney pro, and me–not quite a rookie, but not as seasoned as our friend.

I wanted to make memories that would last–good memories for us to carry with us. I felt so thankful to be there with them.

We had wonderful meals, drank tea, and ate lavish desserts. We laughed. We talked. And we walked. And walked some more.

We spun around the Carousel of Progress that I’d ridden on at the New York World’s Fair in 1965. We met one daughter’s favorite princess–Mary Poppins. We reveled in the Magic Kingdom fireworks and light show.

In Epcot, we soared around the world. Europe and Asia showed us pieces of their respective cultures. America sang incredible music. My younger daughter met her favorite princess–Alice.

Magical, but not perfect.

We ducked into England to buy rain ponchos. Then we sat under the awning at France waiting for the storm to pass. I ate a crepe with ice cream that hadn’t gotten too soggy with rain as I ran for shelter. My older daughter prompted us to fits of laughter.

The rain ended and we went to Germany for caramel treats.

Later that evening, our room had the mood of a slumber party.

The next day, we met my sister-in-law who lives a thousand miles from us. As a surprise, she brought along her grown son and his wife. Cousins meeting and meshing for the first time since they were small.

We shared a simple lunch and glimpses of our lives.

It could have happened anywhere. But it happened where the vision of a remarkable optimist came to be.

We saw the magic of imagination and wonder. But there was more than magic. There was the God-gift of time and fellowship–bigger than magic, better than pixie dust.

In the simplicity of what we shared, there was a communion of love and memory. Memories we carried there and new ones to hold and convey.

Magical. But more.

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10 Replies to “Magical, but More”

  1. I smiled the entire time I was reading your post. Disney is great for taking us back to our childhood and away from our daily worries. We can laugh and play and just enjoy. Thank you

    1. That’s the experience I wanted for all of us. To relive childhood memories–to give the moms the chance to see things we had done with their kids on previous visits. And to just enjoy each other–and some very good food too! Thanks for commenting! God bless!

  2. Yes–magical but more. I love catching glimpses of the world to come, knowing that what we experience is a shadow. There’s something beautifully magical in that, isn’t there?

  3. I am a Disney FAN!!! (I would use the word Fanatic but once I started teaching I have found than my fandom pales in comparison to their fanaticism.) There is just something about the moments you make while you are there. May we always create “Disney-like” magical moments even in our everyday lives.

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