Disney, again?

When I tell people that the family is going to Disney, I normally get this response.... Again, Don't you get sick of it?
Disney holds a very special place in my heart. I can remember walking down Main Street with my father and grandmother when I was about 5 years old. Now as an adult, every time I walk down Main Street, it takes me back to that wonderful trip where my dad walked down that magical street with me towards Cinderella's Castle.
I have thought a lot about what Disney means to me. We honeymooned there. We have gone on weekend trips just to get away from everything. We have run away to Disney and turned off all communication with the outside world. We have gone with our parents, sibling and of course our children. We spend on average 3 weeks there a year. Disney newbies think the only thing to do is ride thrill rides.

To us Disney is...

• Uninterrupted family time
• Good Dining
• Fun times
• Thrill Rides
• Broadway style shows
• Parades

Now, as a mom, I see Disney thought the eyes of our children. A few years ago, after working for 15 months on my Specialist degree, Hubs arranged a special trip for the whole family. During the time that I worked on the degree, I spent many weekends and evening working on school work. I missed out on lots of everyday things that the kids and hubs where doing. So when Graduation came around, I jokingly told Hubs that I would love to go to WDW with the family instead of pay all this extra money to walk across a stage and get a piece of paper that they would mail to me anyways.
He listened and that special Christmas trip was born. He planned all the details and surprised me close to the date that we would be going. I think it was on that trip that Hubs finally felt "Disney Magic". The very first morning, we loaded the kids in the stroller and started up Main Street. Ans jumped up and screamed.... There is Cinderella's Castle- Can we go live in it with her? On the 3rd night of that trip he had planned for us to go to Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party. As the night wore on, Ans and Ry could not stay awake. The both ended up falling asleep in the stroller. Hubs and I sat on the street corner and waited for the fireworks to start, I was a little disappointed that they would not see them and that they would miss Tinker Belle's flight. Much to my surprise, as the music and fireworks began, Ans woke up. She saw that Tinker Belle was fling across the sky and yelled "My Tinker Belle does fly!" "She is real!"
That was my pixie dust that took me back to that same magical feeling that I had 25 years earlier with my dad.
I hope you will find someplace that is your Happy Place and visit it often.