So that was my birthday... By the time we reached Main Street, Disneyland was nearly drained of guests. I told Melody that I hadnt been there so long after closing since before I met her mommy when, on some nights, I would just pick a bench in Town Square and just sit, listening to the music and watching the lights... The castle glowing brightly down beyond the hub... Leaving was the last thing I wanted to do those days. Melody said, Can we do that? And so we did. We picked a bench and she curled up next to me and we sat for a few minutes, just listening to the music as the white-clad porters came along, sweeping up debris into their scoops. Nevertheless, this was my happy spot, silly as it may seem to others, including Lori. Why do I get such joy from a park that was built back in 1955 by a man I never knew (but have always had a great affinity for)? Perhaps it is because we as people are made of story. Or multiple layers of stories. This is how God made us. And we live an even greater story. And perhaps this is something Walt Disney understood instinctively and was infused into all of the mans work. And perhaps it is this that resonates with me. Whatever the case, Melody was MY daughter more in those few moments on that bench than shes ever been before. That was my birthday gift today. I told her, as we crossed under the Disneyland Railroad train tracks, hand-in-hand, That was a pretty good birthday. Only thing that would have made it better would have been to have Mommy. She didnt say anything. She just nodded. Perhaps she could see the sparkle of the tears welling up. She goes to great lengths to keep me from crying. Shes such a big girl. So like her mommy, and yet so different. So, also, like me. She had to have missed her mommy today. As I write this, I miss her too. So much, it actually hurts inside my chest. A moment ago, I broke out into loud sobs that would not stop. I rushed to close the upstairs window so the neighbors wouldnt hear. So strong, I turned out to be. And so I close out my birthday, a day I had perfectly planned to keep myself occupied with a movie, shopping and a trip to Disneyland with Melody... It all now comes down to me, once again, alone in this bed, sobbing... Crying myself to sleep. So, it seems now, shall it ever be. Good night and thanks for reading.
Posted on: Tue, 20 May 2014 10:11:22 +0000
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