The cloak of work, tears, and fears is tossed to the side as soon as I see the Epcot fountain and hear the fountain music!
There are many sights, sounds, scents, and tastes that bring out the Disney spirit in me, besides the fountain:
Driving down 27 to 192, the anticipation builds. My home in Florida is 2 hours and 15 minutes from Disney, and I do love my beautifully wooded acre bordering a natural creek, but something about the tacky hotels and strip centers on 27 and 192 makes my heart jump!
Purple signs and all the signs for the resorts and parks remind me how lucky I am to be able to drive to Disney 6 or so times a year.
Oatmeal with brown sugar, half a banana cut up in it, and a couple of tiny containers of half-and-half at the food court in Pop Century are the essense of a Disney breakfast to me.
Slipping my pass into the turnstile slot and placing my index and middle fingers into the biometrics scanner is another reminder of how lucky I am to be able to have a Florida Residents pass.
A glass of wine in France at Epcot is truly Disney nectar.
Seeing my dear husband's face as we walk into Disney is the best reminder of "we're here!" My beautiful gray-haired man lets the big kid in him take over during our entire Disney time. I love seeing him so relaxed!