Winter came back for one last stand. It's hateful. The longer it continues, the more I fantasize about moving to a tropical climate. Some quaint, little small town and it wouldn't hurt if it was about a half hour from Disney World. Or the beach. That would be for my husband and kids though because I kinda hate the beach.
Fair skin and Beach don't go well together. There's a good bit of prep work that goes into a trip to the beach for a Northern European descendent. A jillion SPF Sunscreen, a ridiculous hat, maybe an umbrella. Sitting in the sunshine is a remedy for the soul though. It's just that, at the beach, you're kinda stuck for the whole morning or afternoon because the kids ain't wanting to leave. Good moms bring lunch so then you're there for the duration. However, there are many things I gladly endure for a day at Disney.
I consistently fantasize about finagling a trip to Walt Disney World. When I get the green light, I obsessively plan our trip. I start with my favorite websites then begin downloading my favorite podcasts. I admit, the fact that I have these favorites may be troubling. In trip planning mode, I fear I am dangerously close to idolatry. I usually shrug off the twinges of guilt and push through to the Best Trip Ever. There are some interesting studies that have been done about how Disney has become a religion to folks. I even read about a university class in session on that topic. It seems sick from the outside. I would hope I don't fit into that category although nothing motivates me quite like a Disney vacation. Yikes.
I really love Disney but not more than I love Jesus. I do drop random facts about Disney and even Walt Disney (recently read his biography by Neal Gabler) on my kids from time to time but I have committed to reading the Bible with them several times a week. I mostly dwell on Disney when I am planning a trip. The rest of the time I don't let myself. That's not so bad, right? I'm not one of those wackies. No, definitely not. (Gulp.)
But, the lure is strong. It never feels like stupid winter there. Interrelational sibling problems cease to exist. (At least, in my mind.) When at Disney, I want to get up early and stay out late. I WANT to spend obscene amounts of money on the Perfect Family Meal. I want to carefully plan the day according to traffic flow at certain attractions. I want to experience all the things I've read about and form my own opinion. I want to ride the monorail. I want to sing along with "There's a Great, Big, Beautiful Tomorrow".
There's a whole online community that understands me on this. In many ways, those are my peeps. I can't understand people that DON'T love Disney. You all are dismissed from my fantasy. We don't want you there, basking in the Disney glow with us.
One thought I have every time we drive under the Walt Disney World sign on our way to the Best Park of the day according to the Unofficial Guide is this: If it's this fantastic here, how must Heaven be? Beyond imagination, I conclude.
I am just another Disney enthusiast. Does that make me not that good of a person?