My parents like to tell the story of how we went to Disney World and all day we looked and looked for Minnie and all day we never saw her until after hours and hours of grudgingly accepting other Disney characters' autographs in my Minnie Mouse autograph book, I finally saw her!
My parents tried to take a photograph of me and Minnie, but I wouldn't stand still. I kept peeking around behind Minnie looking for something. Later, after Minnie left me with a big hug and kiss, my parents asked, "What was that all about? What were you looking for back there?"
I said, with a huge crooked-teeth smile, "That was the REAL Minnie Mouse!"
They said, "How do you know for sure?"
I whispered, "No zippers!"
And this is pretty much the same happiness I feel every day right now.
(*Today's post title comes from Harry Mathews's Twenty Lines a Day.)