
It's taken me two days to read through all of these posts, since it's kind of hard to hide the fact that you're crying while sitting at work, doing...notwork

I'm 47 and I grew up, along with my 3 sisters and little brother, listening to records (remember those?) of Disney movies and songs, spending our Sunday evenings watching the Wonderful World of Disney, and all of us wishing upon a star. DH, at 39, did not. I grew up - and STILL believe - in miracles, magic, and definitely Santa. Now DH is one of those crazy Christmas people on the roof in October setting up lights, a regular customer at the Disney store at the mall for anything that a grown up can use at the store, and the two of us just know that we will not be at all self-conscious in the fact that we plan to bring out our inner children the second we get there. DH, despite being built like a linebacker, is an unabashed Sobbing Sally, and we know he will be blubbering his way through the park, and I will be too busy emulating Tigger by bouncing everywhere to see everything, and plan to bring along my Magic Wand my sister gave me for my 40th birthday (7 years ago!) Just Because.
We are still in the planning/getting EXCITED!!!

I can't wait to post my own magical moments...
