Our flight took off at 6 a.m. Monday morning and we didn't get home till the next Monday at 12:15 a.m.  Disney was phenominal.  I havent' been there since I was 18, and neither has my wife.  My girls have never been there, and it was more magical then I could have imagined.  Now, of course the rides and shows were great, but there are a few things that stand out as making the experience "Magical".  On our second day we were in Epcot.  The signatures from many princesses were great for the girls, but they were nothing compared to after dinner.  We ate at the Rose and Crown Pub in the country of England.  The food was wonderful, and our server Sophie made it that much more enjoyable.  Towards the end of our dinner another server, Hannah, approached our table and said to my girls, "We have a problem we were hoping you could help us with.  Mickey Mouse is stuck on the Monorail and we were hoping you could help us set off the fireworks tonight.  Luckily, he left his magic wands here so we have them for you."  Their eyes lit up and all I could do was nod a yes.  They stood on chairs by the waterfront and waved the wands in the air.  They swirled them around quicker and quicker until the fireworks started.  Now, I know that they didn't really set off the fireworks, it was a timed event and they must do this every night to children at their establishment.  My wife and I were standing there looking at our girls faces covered in huge smiles.  I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and whispered into her ear, "Now this is what they must mean by Disney Magic."

On Thursay, our 4th day there,  we had luch at Cinderella's Castle for my youngest's birthday (she turned 5 that day).  We met almost all of the princesses and the lunch was another magical time that kept her smiling all day.  She was so happy that she smiled as she slept; maybe having dreams of living in the castle with the other princesses.

My oldest had been dealing with a sprained ankle for a couple weeks and we even kept her out of soccer the weekend we went away so she would not aggravate it.  As the week progressed in Disney it started to hurt her earlier and earlier each day, till on friday I had to push her around in a wheel chair because she couldn't walk at all.  We still had a lot of fun, but my Disney memory happend that night.  My girls bought me a Mickey Mouse pin that said "World's Greatest Dad".  My oldest looked up at me from the wheelchair, handed me the pin, and said "Daddy, even without this pin, you are the greatest Dad in the world!"  All the blisters, sore feet, long lines, and exhaustion washed away, and I was left with that simple phrase. 

It may be people in costumes, over priced food and soveniers, and overcrowded, but Disney is magical.  And my girls thinking that I am the Greatest Dad is all the magic I will ever need.