I’m feeling like I’m a five-year-old stuck in a twenty-year-old’s body today. So I’m going to be silly.
Have I ever mentioned before how much I am absolutely, irrevocably, permanently, eternally, and any more words that come up when I type forever into the thesaurus website, in deep, mad love with anything Disney?
You probably assumed in my Eating in Disney posts, but now ya know for sure. I’ve loved Disney since I first heard “little town, it’s a quiet village” or “if only I could make my father understand” or any of the other amazing Disney movie songs. Everything about it.
Some of my favorite memories include when my dad pushed my sister and I around in the stroller as we saw our favorite princesses and ate popcorn on main street, waking up extra early to go to the MGM (now Hollywood Studios) with my best friend and her family hours before my mom and sister even thought of waking up, spending my fifth birthday, fifteenth, sixteenth, and many more at the most magical place on earth, and most recently taking my favorite little human for a few days of enchantment and wonder, or even being half way across the world in Italy and having a Disney Movie Marathon in a little Italian house with friends, or taking a train to Disneyland Paris in the smoldering hot July.
The list goes on and on…