A visit to Los Angeles isn’t complete without a trip to Disneyland. I love it, the kids love it, everyone loves it…who wouldn’t? I don’t/can’t ride on everything, well okay, I don’t/can’t ride on too many things, all right, I admit it, I hardly ever ride on anything. I can manage Dumbo, because sitting in an elephant is easy, and the Mad Hatter’s Tea party because it’s obviously comfortable in a giant teacup. Anything higher or bumpier than that just makes me feel awful. And yes, I have to take something when I fly, or sail, and I can’t even sit in the back seat of a car. We were in a hurry to get…well everywhere. We had to meet Minnie. And the other characters. And L.J couldn’t possibly miss having a daring adventure. And then, naturally, a hug with Pinocchio’s Daddy was in order. Moving right on to… Where…
I used to say you can’t be more than happy. But watching these two little sprites, otherwise known as LJ and OW maybe I’m wrong. They live life at a level of pure joy that would melt the hardest of heart and elevate the happiest soul. Yesterday, we spent the morning here: They literally flew around the center, touching, smelling, hearing and seeing as many things as possible. Every sense was connected, every experience a thrill. Life is either a glorious, exciting adventure. Or something to contemplate. They have a zest for life that’s beyond happy, that embraces each little moment with a hug and moves on to the next. That doesn’t hang on to old hurts or wounds but throws itself into the next more wonderful experience. Can you remember it? I want to recapture that same love of life, that delights the heart and…