My family lived in Southern California for the first 13 11/12 years of my life. My grandparents, with whom we spent a lot of time, lived in Orange County. Naturally, Disneyland had great presence in my childhood. We didn't go often. But it was always there waiting for us. In the perfect grown-up world I created for myself as a kid, I would have a season pass to the Magic Kingdom and I and my husband would go there just to hold hands down Main Street and to steal kisses in line for Space Mountain.
Somehow, I find myself living in this dreamworld where I have an annual pass, and Cori and I go just to hold hands down Main Street and to steal kisses wherever. This is real Magic folks. Cori has had some crazy weeks at work lately, and we had been seeing each other over our morning and evening prayers and meals. So we were both looking forward to getting a sitter and being out. We went to California Adventure Park first -it closes early- and tried some new rides that we aren't able to do with Gracie in tow. Ca Adv. is a lot of fun, but nothing compares to the original. The rest of the evening was spent at Disneyland. We went on Space Mountain, watched the new fireworks show, and got a Mickey Mouse Pretzel. We decided to wait out the mass post-fireworks-show-exodus in the gift shops. We like to pull out our imaginary millionaire wallets and go shopping for souvenirs. We picked out a crystal Cinderella slipper for our curio cabinet (I'll write about our curio soon), a multi-thousand dollar framed animation cell for Gracie's room, and a painting inspired by Pirates for our future library.The evening, topped off with a milkshake purchased at Carl's Jr. on the way home, was date night perfection.
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