When You Wish Upon a Star... Tears Flow

It never fails. I've seen the full Magic Kingdom fireworks show about five times now, but it makes me teary every time. It's all so perfectly timed, with the music and the childish simplicity of the power of a wish, that it captures the magic of childhood so well, so overwhelmingly, that I tear up, fully conscious that I'm a silly grown woman hopped up on mommy hormones. Tonight I stood on the balcony of the contemporary resort, with the music piped in to enhance the pastel explosions down below, and the tears slid down my face like clockwork.

When I walked back into the room filled with the other Traveling Mom contributors, I spied wet streaks on many of their faces. Earlier that evening, I was inspired by all these bold, amazing, creative women who effortlessly shared their bucket list dreams to learn to pilot a plane, to travel to Antarctica to see penguins, to take a dangerous trip to feel the power of the Middle East unrest.

I'm thrilled to be spending three days at Disney with these powerful dreamers, strong women with bold visions, who are not afraid to let their feelings show, not afraid to wish upon a star.