The Day I Met Mary

It was a glorious day. A day that I didn't expect to be glorious in nature. Until I met Mary.

Poppins, that is.

I didn't mean to get caught up in the "magicalness" of Disney. 
I didn't mean to jump up and down like a little girl. 
I didn't mean to push my children out of the photo and ask for a picture of just me and Mary.

But I did.

I also didn't mean to walk up to her and say, "Every day's a holiday with you Mary!"
I also didn't mean to giggle like a little girl when I asked her where Bert was.
I also didn't mean to start talking in a British accent as I quoted various lines from Mary's movie.

But I did.

I also, also didn't mean to tell her how "I'm practically perfect in every way too, Mary!"
I also, also didn't mean to ask her to come nanny my children.
I also, also didn't mean to clap for joy when she told my children to "gather round for a picture, children, spit spot!"

But I did.

Yes, when I met Mary I turned into a silly little 5 year old.  I look back at it now and am embarrassed by my 5 year old behavior.  But there's just something about meeting a childhood character that will do that to you.

Like the time when my boys were toddlers and we took them to see Sesame Street Live.  I may or may not have clapped and bounced in my chair and waved at each character when they came out. 

Yup, that 5 year old in me just couldn't NOT act like a five year old at that moment.  And that's how it was when I met Mary.  No other character we met during our Disney stay, and we met lots and lots, turned me into that 5 year old quite like Mary did.

It was practically perfect in every way.

Or, uh, more like, practically pathetic in every way.

(Hi Mary!)

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