“You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.” — Plato
A wonderful man in my life is taking me to Disneyland in four days.
I’ve never been to Disneyland. My single foray into the World of Disney was in 1996 when I went to Disneyworld with an ex of mine. The trip started out horribly and stayed that way.
Michael is taking me to Disneyland as my birthday present. He wants us both to be kids for at least 3 days, to take our minds away from the terrible things that POTUS is doing to this wonderful country of ours, to at least enjoy the simpler things in life.
I can’t recall the last time I let myself be a kid. I don’t know what I did to deserve Michael, but it had to have been something really awesome.
Life With Folds 