Our first trip to any Disney park was to DL a little more than a year after my husband committed suicide. I had spent that first year trying to keep my 3 kids (8, 10, and 12 yrs. old) from falling apart. The two older ones took turns with their bouts of depression, and I found myself on more than one occasion staying up with them all night trying to convince them that life was indeed worth living. Then, we decided to take a trip to CA to visit my dad, and he took us to DL. "Magic" was the smiles on my kids faces the first time they saw Mickey Mouse; the genuine laughter that was rolling out of them after so much pain; seeing them just being care-free kids again.
That trip was followed up 6 mo. later with a 10 day trip to WDW, where I went deparately seeking the magic once again. I was not disappointed. "Magic" was seeing my then 12 yr old daughter squeal with delight as her favorite character, Tigger, literally swept her off her feet; my 14 yr old son standing in line for almost an hour to get his picture taken with Donald Duck; my youngest going down the water slide at the WL pool with her favorite, Pluto!
Being a Pixie Dust Snorter, I made many wishes on shooting stars over that castle - wishing my kids could find this kind of happiness in their everyday lives, and that someday I would get another chance to share my life with someone. "Magic" was sitting on the beach at Poly several years later, watching Wishes for the first time, as my now DH told me to make a wish, presented me with a ring and told me my wish had come true!
"Magic" is different things to different people. Some of us find magic at a Disney Park, and some find it in other places. To the OP: Magic IS real. I hope you find it in your life. I really do hope you have a magical day!
