Just got back from a little mini-vacation. I was down south a bit, for a conference, and my youngest daughter drove down on Sunday. Together we caravanned to Walt Disney World.
I know, roll your eyes, huff and puff, call them corporate shills. That's fine. We love it. We two. We love regressing into her childhood, we revel in the good, clean fun. We love the rides, the funny characters, the cartoons, the popcorn, the silliness.
Mostly we love the memories. Circling round and round and back again to the years we got to know each other as she grew up. My other daughters love it too - they are just busy with their lives and school and geography prohibits their being able to take off and simply revert.
I'm an extraordinarily lucky person - really. Perhaps the luckiest person on the planet.
I'm back now - and re-entering the real world with all its Bernie Madoffs, Jim Cramers and tabloid scandals. But I'm fine with that real world stuff too.
Because periodically I can take a little mini-vay-kay.
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