I spent the last week in the “Most Magical Place on Earth.” In three days, I walked a total of 19 miles and spent hours that felt like days standing in lines for three-minute rides. My feet definitely did not feel magical. If it were possible for feet to throw up, they would have hurled all over Disney World—Exorcist style. And it certainly wasn’t magical walking around in wet underwear after a torrential downpour.
For me, the magic wasn’t parades, princesses, or pirates. It wasn’t food shaped like Micky Mouse ears, the iconic castle, or the fantastic fireworks extravaganza. The magic was the pure excitement spread across children’s faces when they ran up to hug Micky or Cinderella and asked them to sign their official Disney autograph book. These characters weren’t characters at all— they were absolutely flesh and blood real. Seeing families in matching shirts with their official designation as big brother, little sister, mom, dad, or grandma was magical—bright red shirts with Disney script announcing their 2019 family vacation. Listening to families laugh together while waiting in long lines was magical. They transformed a frustrating, endless wait into time together as a family—laughing, reminiscing, debating which super hero is the best of all time.
The most magical place on earth is wherever my family is, whether it’s Disney World or home. It was nothing short of magic seeing my youngest daughter after three long months away and finally holding her close to me; watching my daughters hug each other like their lives depended on it; seeing my daughter and her daddy watch a Blazer playoff game together in the hotel room; grabbing coffee with my Starbucks buddy; all the quiet moments; the laughter, even at my expense; standing in line together waiting to ride something amazing while wearing 3-D glasses; and knowing my family is happy and healthy.
I can’t wait to spend time together as a family. I’m not sure when I will get to see my youngest daughter again in person and hold her tight. I know it will be magical when I do. I better get our red shirts ready.