A couple weeks ago, we took our daughter to Disneyland.
We scheduled out day at Disneyland on the Friday before President's Day, and that just happened to be the one weekend of the year in Southern California when it decided to rain almost the entire time.
The next time you take a vacation, ask which weekend I would choose and then DON'T go that weekend.
I have an uncanny ability to summon bad weather whenever I want to do something outdoors.
But hey, at least I can add "controlling the weather" to my list of possible super powers.
Despite the rain, it was absolutely magical (and I'm not just being cheesy in the hopes that Disneyland will read this and cough up a couple free passes for next year).
I could go on and on all day, but I only have time for one comment about the Disney princesses.
A miracle occurred that day, and I don't think any of them were aware of the profound experience they got to witness.
On that day, the 18th day of February in the year 2011, the sight of Cinderella, Snow White and Ariel left my daughter speechless.
Just let that sink in for a moment. The daughter (who takes after me in the chatty department) was speechless.
Disneyland really is the place "Where Dreams Come True."
There is also something special about a location where my daughter insists we all dance to the music down Main Street.
It was a perfect day, and it was wonderful to watch a little girl discover such a magical place for the first time.