Three weeks after our trip, I now have a bit of a case of “Post-Disney-Itis.”
I guess it just occurred to me that it happened? And it’s over. And what if I wanted to do it again? I don’t know that I could, anytime soon. Too much planning and spending and more planning and more spending, only to most likely wind up there on a day that is an unbearable six out of ten, or more, on the scale of crowd control. And it did all happen, right? We were there – feet on the ground, head in the sky. Meeting Ariel, Belle, Cinderella, Snow White, Aurora & more. Seeing that right there castle thingy.
When I graduated college, my parents got a puppy. I think it was initially my suggestion to them, but they totally agreed with it and pursued it and even though he was a loveable pain-in-the-a**, we all loved to point fingers over whose idea it was to get him. Most people say it was mine, but I was 23 and I despised New Jersey (yes, I did. deal with it) and I wasn’t going to stick around to raise him. And I didn’t put a gun to their heads or blackmail them into getting him. He was rather adorable, see:
And I had one foot on the ground, one foot out the door, head in the sky. If you think babies grow up too fast, try having a puppy. You blink and they grow three sizes too big for their beds and crates. And I knew that I wanted to be present. I knew I wanted to enjoy every freakin’ second of my time with Cody, because even back then, I knew that I’d blink and he’d turn into one of those sponge animal toys that you place in water, and he’d grow three sizes bigger. So you know what happened, right?
He grew fast and in the spin of job possibilities, apartment possibilities, two-boyfriends-at-once possibilities (oops), some of my memory concentration faded in the mix. All of a sudden I felt like a sobbing mom with empty nest syndrome. Where did my baby go? Did he know how much I loved him? Did I enjoy my time with him or was I too distracted? Why couldn’t I remember more?
And I could. And it’s not even really about time moving too fast for me. It doesn’t. It moves how it moves. I move. It moves.
I grew three sizes bigger too. In headiness, maybe. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy it. It’s not that I wasn’t present. It was just that it was big on my head and heart, and many other things were fighting for attention at the same time too. And he got big fast.
I can’t deny that. Scarlet and Des get big fast too, especially lately.
Our lives got big pretty fast. Our Disney trip was booked pretty fast. The flight was pretty fast. The day there went very slowly, but it was just a day, after all. In a long series of days, made different by how it changed our lives, only in the ways that we fulfilled a little girl’s dreams. And revisited some of our own. We remembered. We grieved. We delighted. It was one day to do it all. We could have had two, but we did it in one. This is one post to explain it all. I could have written two, but I did it in one.
When you wish upon a star, leave your baggage at the door. If you can’t, take some photos and write a blog post about it.
After you have taken three forms of transportation and gone through three levels of security, you burst in.
Like a tornado, you veer left and right. You feel drunk. You feel giddy. Are you in a dream?
What is real, and what isn’t? Why do Minnie Mouse ears cost $25? Why don’t you care about that?
..because you don’t. Any money you spend in Disney World is just fake, funny money. Like Monopoly money!
It was worth it.
Does this face look familiar? Maybe if you knew me as a kid..
I wish I could do Disney monorail portraits for a living, without actually having to live in Orlando. I rather like New England.
Sometimes you need to rest and make funny faces, after it takes a ferry ride and a monorail to get to a special lunch.
A VERY special lunch.
These ladies know how to pose for the camera. Apparently after years of instructing people to do so, I have failed to learn a single thing when it’s pointed at me. Crap. Tilt the forehead and chin out, Tamara. You do have a nice chin, ya know.
Des is a bit of a bewildered flirt, when it comes to real princesses.
We were all sweaty and disheveled and not quite up to par with these lovely ladies. They were total pros, though. Speaking of pros, the silly part of me feels the need to tell you that I didn’t take these next three photos. They’re not quite in focus and all!
Now I’m back. Hi.
And then, on our way back to the Magic Kingdom, we discovered the most wonderful mouse on earth.
And his friends.
Contrary to popular belief, Cassidy is not stoned in this photo (or any others). He’s high on good, clean fun, though!
In Disney World, there’s always a professional when you need one:
There’s also always a spectacle or show, or something else magnificent that you think you must have magically wandered into.
Barf. (not my cup of tea)
But, oh! The photos.
The nights are spectacular.
And it’s pretty nice to have someone to carry you home and tuck you neatly into bed, with Minnie Mouse ears still on your head!
And I’d do it all again, and I imagine I will. The magic and wonder and possibility got through to him, sure, but what he remembers will be in his heart and less in his head.
This sweet and spirited boy will soon know the tales of ice castles, spontaneous road trips, and moose. Many moose.
I miss it. I miss it all. Generations and decades of wishing upon stars. I miss him. I miss them all. And with that I say, goodnight.