As soon as we were free from the clutches of Mrs. Roper, I was in search of a drinking fountain and hope that I could loose the hiccups. I drank and stood up, waiting to see if indeed, they were gone and alas, they seemed to be happy to stay. We decided to go grab something to eat and a bottle of water to see if that did not do the trick. The food court in Sunshine Seasons, is definitely one of the best places at Epcot to get a variety of options and not food that tastes like it has been revived via a defibrillator.
We enjoyed splitting a sandwich and a piece of delicious strawberry shortcake. I am usually not a fan of the shortcake that utilizes strawberry glaze because I feel it gets too chemical tasting for my preference but this was not too bad. I think the food portions were plenty for two and as we ate and noticed others sharing food as well. We had dinner reservations that night at Chefs de France, so neither of us wanted to be full for our early dinner reservations.
The hiccups were gone by the time we threw our trash away and I was relieved eating and drinking had worked. We decided to head over to the Seas and try and catch a Turtle Talk show. It is one of those non canned Disney pieces of absolute joy that makes Crush so great. The scenarios are the same but the interaction with the audience, means each presentation is a bit unique. The children shouting out, bra, never gets old and seeing those arms shoot up in the air with anticipation of actually getting to talk with a beloved character, is about as cute as it gets.
Sometimes I wonder who is luckier. The kids believing they are enmeshed into Crushs world, or the adults wanting to believe it for them. It may not be a thrill ride or a roller coaster with loops and inverts but it is exactly for me, why I love Disney. They capture the drive in all of us to believe we matter to something out of the ordinary. To each be a piece of individuality that counts and without, would not make Disney the same. Every time you meet Mickey, you feel like he is so excited to see you. That all the other fans he has hugged for 20 minutes before meant nothing and you are all that counts. For those precious few minutes where pictures are snapped and autograph books are signed, you mean something to someone special and it gets me every time.
Grandparents often have that gift. The ability to acknowledge individuality and have special moments with each grandchild even when there are 10 in the room. To take a Christmas or Thanksgiving day and make memories unique to each of them alone. I remember growing up thinking I was the favorite. That they loved everyone but maybe me just a bit more. It was fully my belief at the end of the day, I was a rung higher on the ladder of love. I was extra special.
It is silly to recount that now as an adult but when my grandmother died, I found out I was not alone. Every person in her life felt they were special too. I was old enough not to be bitter of my ego crumbling to the ground. I was old enough to realize how lucky I was to have known someone as long as I had that was able to do that. She was my Mickey before I understood what was so special about him. She did naturally what Disney has been able to market and sell. The reason Disney in my heart will never be duplicated or replaced by any other theme park or group of characters. Disney truly gets that people want to feel like they make a difference.
Even if it is just for 30 seconds asking Crush a question and feeling like you and he are the only ones in the room.
No different than what I had wanted from my marriage and lately had failed at giving in return.
I may have been the only one tearing up that afternoon in a small room with a turtle as its star but I was having my moment with Disney essence and it was one of the best memories of that trip I still hold onto. Sometimes the meanings of the magic are in the understated moments your heart brings you back to.