Magic Kingdom Gods

I cried at Disneyland last night.
There was this moment that was beautiful.
Not in the traditional sense, 
but in the sense that it was some pretty great moments happening simultaneously.
You can laugh.
We were seated in our rocket ships, last ride of the night.
Park was closing and the fireworks show was underway.
Perfect weather.
And as if planned by the "Magic Kingdom" Gods, 
Our rocket ships lifted off, 
a final thunderous boom
the grand finale fireworks showered the sky with light, 
"A dream is a wish your heart makes..." echoed in the night air.
It was the stuff dreams are made of folks.  
No joke.
As the wind lifted my hair from around my face, 
I thought that this was a pretty perfect moment.
And I knew that it wouldn't be likely to happen again.
So I smiled, and cried, and watched my family's faces.
And it was beautiful.
And I was grateful.
Disneyland Rocket-ships and all.

The line to get on the trams back to the car at 10 p.m was not as beautiful.