So today this happened:
Well, there was only one. And he wasn’t dancing. And he didn’t speak cockney. Not nighttime either. No nanny flying via umbrella. But, oh, the songs and the dancing! My mom loved when Dick Van Dyke danced with the animated penguins. I actually think that began her lifelong fascination with the tuxedoed birds.
Right now there is a chimney sweep on my roof. But thanks to Mary Poppins, right now there are songs and laughter and my mom in my heart.
