we vacay right
Around year ago, a friend posted an Instagram pic of her and her kid at Disneyland for an apparent birthday trip. I was like, how fun is that?? And she was like yeah - this is a family tradition - the 8th birthday is a big deal because our kids get baptized, but for their 9th birthday, they felt it was one of the last times their kid could go to Disneyland as a kid. And that struck me because - I'd never taken WonderGirl to Disneyland. Because she has 2 younger brothers who can't be trusted in public. I adore them, but they are regularly just one step away from licking a stranger. Someday, heck yes, we are going for a fun vacay, but not until the husband and I don't have to switch off "Dude/Thing 3-duty every time we go outside of our own house (and actually, we have to pull sifts at home too).
So I spent a year pouring over maps and plane schedules, and made it happen. It was... unbelievable. So awesome. As I walked into the park, I could feel my awed 17 year old self in the summer of '97 walking Main Street at my first job - and I was overwhelmed with the reality of walking the same steps 19 years later with my 9 year old daughter.
Honestly, I cried on and off all day. I enjoyed every second with WG. I rented a Kia and they gave me this instead:
... So that video was absolutely necessary. And the 45 minute wait so this could happen?
.... all her idea, and the best idea ever. We were walking past this long line that morning and couldn't see what it was for, so we asked someone and they told us it was to sign up for the Jedi Training show later that day. I figured it was a long wait and we should move on, but she insisted it was worth it. Right on, girl.
Anywho, but the time the Dude turns 9, the new Star Wars land should be open.