By the end of our day in the Magic Kingdom, I was a shell of my former self: verklempt at fake fairies greeting my girls, waving vigorously at inanimate characters passing by in a parade, and nearly crying when the fireworks display capped off the day. So when I found the official photos today, I was just undone. Walt Disney definitely has my number (not that I’ll be spending any money on these photos, of course).
(Technical note: The shy photos speak for themselves, but the strange expressions of apparent pain are the result of the photographer telling Ella to “Smile!”. When you spend all day with your mouth upturned, the only other thing you can think to do when commanded is to scrunch up your eyes.)