Sunshine and Rainbows and Thirty


We spent our Sunday at Disneyland.  I don't think there's a better way to spend a Sunday–especially when Monday is a holiday.

There's just something about Disneyland that turns me into an overgrown Tigger. I smile more than usual.  (OK, WAY more than usual.)  I think it's because the people around me are most often smiling as well.  It's hard to be upset when you're surrounded by happy people. 

This time, we were celebrating a friend's 30th birthday.  That alone is crazy to me.  I don't feel like I'm over 30.  I still feel like I'm 25–only with a better pay check and a nicer office.  It's hard to accept–and even harder with each passing milestone birthday of our friends who are younger than us.  I will be 32 this summer.  I can remember a time in my life when 32 felt old.    In some ways, 32 still feels old.

I guess that's just one of the many reasons why I love Disneyland so much.  It's easy to feel young when you're desperately trying to beat your wife's score on the Astroblasters.

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