Did I say “fairy tale”? Because what I meant was…this is our “I completely ignored all the obvious signs that Roo was going to propose and somehow still managed to ruin his plan” story.
I grew up in Florida and have always been completely wrapped up in the magic of Disney. I have so many great memories of traveling to Walt Disney World for birthdays and family vacations, and during my university years my friends and I were all so close to WDW that we may have made a few day trips to Epcot.
That’s little me in the Mickey ears with my cousin. Gotta love ’80s hair.
But once I moved to Atlanta, I had a four-year dry spell in the magic department and never made another trip back to the kingdom (or anywhere else inside those walls). Mr. Rooster knew this, of course, because of my incessant rambling about how much I wanted us to take a trip to Disney together. Every time there was a commercial, or a new Pixar movie, or even when somebody said “mouse,” I always mentioned how badly I was dying to take a trip there with him. You see, Roo has always thought Disney was “a kids thing,” and as a native Floridian and unofficial ambassador to Disney World, I had to prove him wrong.