I’ve been to Disneyland 15 times, and every time it gets more magical. My most recent visit was just a few weeks ago; Em and I headed to L.A. for a delightful wedding, and made an obligatory stop at the happiest place on earth. To say it was the best date ever would be an understatement.
We ate Mickey pretzels, rode Space Mountain 3 times, had dinner under a false dark sky with lanterns strung through the trees, and kissed in the doorway of a castle. I truly felt like a princess whizzing through Tomorrowland in little go carts and soaring through the air in a pastel purple Dumbo. It was just the escape I needed from the reality of living in a busy grey concrete city where magic is the transit system running smoothly for a day.
