The kids pooped out way too early to see the SpectroMagic Parade at Disney World the first day, so we went later in the day the next time and stayed ’til the park closed. We foolishly thought 1/2 hour was plenty of time to spare for finding and securing good viewing positions for the parade. Wrong. We were already a good 4-6 rows of people from the front. And that meant we’d have to hold the kiddos up in order for them to have any view at all. Yeah. At the end of a very long, very hot day we got to hold 38-pound preschoolers up for an extended period of time. I wasn’t really all that thrilled at the prospect.
But then the parade started. And I realized that I had the absolute best view of the parade magic. I got to watch it reflected in 6 big brown eyes. Pop was holding Sweet Pea. Hubby held Split. I held Snap. Watching them watching the parade was an amazing experience. With each new float, the wide-eyed wonder would increase. With each new Disney character, the joy would explode.
I was exhausted. I was literally dripping with sweat. Nearly broke until the next payday. Aching in places I’d forgotten could ache. But it was totally worth it all.
Because I had the best view. Ever.

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