sometimes for me it feels like my magic is slipping away. i dont feel my pixie dust when i see the silly signs for disney, or when i smell the sweet sugar of main street's confectionary. but certain things bring back my magic. seeing all those little girls dressed up as princesses, hearing that final boom of wishes, watching someone squeel with delight because the famous "epcot golfball" is right before them. i love all those moments, when you see a family grinning infront of cinderella castle or screaming there lungs out about how "awesomely awesome" splash mountain was. its times like these i feel thankful for what im doing, even if i dont get to slip on long white gloves every morning. somehow the 8 hour shifts of standing outside asking "double or single stroller ma'am?" in the florida heat just doesnt seem so bad when you see one delighted, happy-to-be-here smile.