It is incredible to me what a day at a theme park with great friends can do for your heart. Some times when you see a great spectacle for the first time, every time after that just isn't the same. Sure that great sight is still a little thrilling, still a little breathtaking, but nothing like that very first glimpse.
I never thought going to Sea World 5 times in 4 months could be that great, but please let me tell you that it is. I am still in awe when a dolphin glides by inches from my face or when it jumps out of the water to do flips. My eyes are still amazed to see the sheer size of one of the shamu whales (I think it is the oldest one). I still scream on Kraken, even though I have been on it too many times to count by now. I rode the rides in the kids area and still had fun (probably more fun than on the "adult" rides). I danced to the music in the background while walking from attraction to attraction. It really never gets old.
The one thing you would think I would be used to by the time I have reached the age of 21 is fireworks. I must have seen them at every 4th of July ceremony and most New Year's celebrations from the time I was 2, but they still have the ability to completely captivate me. As I watched the ending fireworks show at Sea World this past Saturday I found myself mouthing "wow" and wanting them to last forever. I eagerly waited to see what colors were g
oing to burst forth from the high sailing rockets. Would these ones shoot sparkles of purple and green? Or would then streak golds across the night sky? Would this one peak with a loud POP!? Or would it crackle its way back down to Earth? I wanted the lights to dance forever, but I also knew from my years of experience that they would have to stop eventually. Nothing has ever made me feel more like a kid. I hope and pray that I never take these things for granted. That I never look at creation and am not amazed, that I am never too big to ride the little kid rides, and that I am never too busy to stop to watch the night, no matter if it holds the excitement of fireworks or the calm disposition of the shining stars.
oing to burst forth from the high sailing rockets. Would these ones shoot sparkles of purple and green? Or would then streak golds across the night sky? Would this one peak with a loud POP!? Or would it crackle its way back down to Earth? I wanted the lights to dance forever, but I also knew from my years of experience that they would have to stop eventually. Nothing has ever made me feel more like a kid. I hope and pray that I never take these things for granted. That I never look at creation and am not amazed, that I am never too big to ride the little kid rides, and that I am never too busy to stop to watch the night, no matter if it holds the excitement of fireworks or the calm disposition of the shining stars. 
WOW, you are such an awesome writer! I am so proud of you & the woman you have become. You have such an intensely loving heart, it is beautiful that you share it so openly. I am looking forward to following your blog & enjoying more of who you are! Luv u lots! Aunt MJ
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