What A Wonderful World

My five-year-old grandson, Carson, and I are aboard the Disney “Dream.”

Yes, we’re on the floating magic kingdom.

Cruising to the Bahamas with: Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Daisy, Goofy, Pluto, Chip, Dale and hundreds of little girls dressed up as princesses.

Yes, these princesses are clothed in yellow, blue, pink and red satin gowns graced with lace and sparkle;

Yes, these princesses wear matching colored silky gloves;

Yes, these princesses hold glittery, flashing  magic wands;

Yes, these princesses are crowned in silver or gold tiaras studded with red rubies, blue diamonds and yellow sapphires;

Yes, these princesses believe that one day, they’ll turn into  Snow White or Cinderella or Ariel or Aurora or Jasmine and find their Prince Charming and live happily ever after;

Yes, these adorable princesses, Carson and I wait in the main lobby for additional Disney characters to make an appearance, when Minnie prances into the lobby.

As parents shoot their iPhones at Minnie, she stands three feet away from Carson and I.

I watch Carson with my grandfather eyes as his eyes light up.

He looks up at Minnie and says, “I love you.”

Minnie’s clutches her heart as if no other child had voiced those words to her.

My eyes tear up.

My throat constricts.

My heart skips a beat.

For I realize that on this floating magic kingdom, I have just witnessed the beauty, the wonder, and the fantasy of a child’s and a grandfather’s dream turned into a reality.

And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

Yes, I think to myself what a wonderful world.