We celebrated my mom’s birthday yesterday at the happiest place on earth.
Our combined age of 136 made us a somewhat unlikely pair as we trotted from ride to ride, but my mom loves Disney more than anyone I know, so we had a pretty perfect day.
Times passes quickly at Disney World and it also stands still. We blinked and it was time for lunch, and we blinked again and could remember exactly what baby Molly looked like perched on her father’s shoulders in the teacup line 20 years ago.
Our favorite characters never age, so we sometimes forget that we have. As we made our way through Epcot, then the Magic Kingdom, then Animal Kingdom, we wracked up more than 20,000 steps and limped a little as we walked to the car last night.
But, no matter how many times you’ve been to Disney, the whole place — from parking lot attendant to maitre d’ — makes you feel like a special guest.
My mom stood in the shade listening to a mariachi band when the lead singer, who apparently spotted her birthday button, called her up and serenaded her. This was especially impressive because she had been standing behind them.
Hundreds of people wished her a happy birthday including musicians, monorail drivers, wandering characters and small children waiting in line.
Our dinner waiters sang to her as she made a wish on a raspberry cupcake and I made a wish too.
I wished that everyone could feel as special on their birthday as my mom did yesterday at Disney World.
See you next year, Mickey!