On this day, in 1901, Walter Elias Disney was born to Flora and Elias Disney. I wonder, as he grew up, if they ever imagined him accomplishing what he did. I wonder if they saw the pure magic that lived inside of him.
You know when you’re asked if you could have dinner with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be? My answer is nearly always Walt Disney. Man, I would have loved to have had the opportunity to listen to him tell stories. Imagine how incredible it would be to listen to him while he brain dumps about park ideas or movie story-lines. Just to have the honor of shaking his hand and telling him how much I admire him… Is it weird if I say I truly hope to meet him in heaven? I owe such a large portion of my happiness to him. A world without the world he created is one I never, ever want to imagine. Heck, I’m forced to live without Disneyland right now (ugh) and thats hard enough!
I am so glad Walt was born. I’m glad he had a dream. A vision he saw as we sat on a park bench watching his daughters and he didn’t rest until he made his dream a reality. I’m glad he said and believed, “if you can dream it, you can do it.” I’m glad he didn’t take no for an answer and worked tirelessly to create magic for kids of all ages. He did a great service for humankind.
Happy Birthday, Walt. I hope your celebration is magical.