Magic In The Mailbox

First off, I've ditched the alphabet thing, it was fun and all but ended up making me less likely to post on my blog, not more.

Pooh Sticks was envisioned by me as a place to celebrate the magic of Disney in everyday life. This here is a perfect example. Last week was a rough one for me, nothing went right, it seemed like a whole week of Mondays. The lovely Lisa was out of town for a conference and so I was single Dad-ing it and feeling terrible about how long work was keeping me out of the house. Thursday I had to leave before dawn while John was still asleep and after a comedy of errors, wasn't able to make it home until after 7 pm. John is perfectly capable of taking care of himself, but he was cooped up in the house all alone for a long time, and I wanted to at least make the kid dinner, even if it was Hamburger helper (I know, can you get more stereotypical?). So I got home feeling pretty guilty and low. I went to the mailbox and found an envelop from Disney and raced inside to open it with John to see what it was.

Inside was Disney Magic. The first thing to drop out were those cool holographic luggage tags. We barely have what could be called by any normal person "luggage." We travel with a hodgepodge of duffle bags and rolling canvas suitcases, but hey, that's our style and we like it. However, we will be finding some way to attach these things to our stuff, because we have them and they are cool. Also included was a booklet of vouchers for various discounts and "freebies." When you make a reservation, all this stuff is listed for you, but I barely remembered what was there. John and I were thrilled to see on the same page coupons for mini-golf (which we have never tried at Disney) and the marinas. Both of these are things we intend to try at Disney this trip and being reminded of it after a long, pretty terrible day was true magic. Gone was the guilt and worry and frustration and replacing it was thoughts of cruising the Seven Seas Lagoons in Sea Sprites (or whatever they call them now) with my boy.

I'll be honest, I really don't even know what all else is in that book. I'm going to page through it and read every word over time, but for now I'm happy to just revel in my cool tags and 15% boat rental discount.

I know it's silly, but a part of me truly believes Walt is up there directing things like this to appear exactly when one truly needs it. I take that back, it's not silly. Believing in magic is never silly, it's necessary for our sanity.