Saw Mary Poppins on Broadway this weekend with my mom and sisters. Great show, even with the Disney overkill. We were six rows from the stage so couldn't have asked for better seats.
But what struck me greatly was the three separate moments during the show that brought tears to my eyes. And as I tried to wipe them away without anyone noticing, I look over and realize both my sisters are crying too. Something struck each one of us - some memory or feeling from childhood I think. I'll likely never know - I would have analyzed what happened all night - and tried several times -- but they weren't having any. So we enjoyed a nice seafood dinner instead.
It was a perfect weekend - or practically perfect as my younger sister corrected me.
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