Disney Magic Is...
The moment you realize it's been too long since you visited a park,
and you spend the afternoon researching resorts, tickets, and meals.
Going to the mailbox to find that your personalized Magic Bands
have arrived. Purple for you, lime green for me.
The perfect Disney playlist, timed to start at the Florida Turnpike
and end at the gates that welcome you on property.
Arriving at your resort and already being immersed- the music,
the theming, the fresh and airy spaces, corners to explore.
Opening your room and discovering the surprises the cast members
have left, towels that form a Mickey, a welcome note, the soap!
The process of unpacking your gear: the backpacks and snacks,
the lanyards and pins. Selecting the T-shirts, shoes and ears.
An evening at Disney Springs. Dinner at Ragland Road. Dessert
at Ghirardelli's. A stop by the pin shop. The twinkling lights.
The early morning hustle to the bus stop and imagining the day,
making lists of must-do's, establishing first-steps. The rush
and then the anticipation of the wait as you stand in the crowd
at rope drop, applying sunscreen, anything to ignore time.
Fast-walking to your first stop- it used to be Dumbo, now
it's one of the mountains. Either way, making a mission of it
until the kids are derailed because they see the wicked step-sisters
who gather them up and walk them arm and arm to the front of the line!
Then, off to Space Mountain and the sense of hurtling
through the darkness on the slowest coaster on property!
Discovering a new Hidden Mickey and noting it for next time
with a photograph, adding it to the collection in your mind.
A moment to escape the crowds with a sit-down lunch
with Winnie the Pooh, Piglet and Tigger.
Outrageous desserts! Crafted and shaped to be part of the story
of your meal. More pictures. Instagram and family text.
A street sweeper glimpses a little girl in a princess makeover,
screams, drops his broom and runs over for an autograph.
Small World, Peter Pan, the cCarousel and Philharmagic.
Haunted Mansion, Big Thunder, Pirates and Splash.
At night, the slow cruise through Tomorrowland, a quiet
twisting ride on the People Mover and its tour of carnival lights.
Your wife and children collapsed against each other
as they take in the fireworks and music.
And imagine seven days of this. Seven stories,
and don't we feel like insiders, like the masters of the house?
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