I grew up a Disney kid. My first trip to Disneyland was at 7 months old; I believe Ive been to Disneyland 8 or so times, and Disney World 5. Jacey, our younger daughter, has slept under a painted Cinderellas castle since she came home in a princess sleeper from the hospital at 3 days old (our older daughter, Camryn, had a Winnie the Pooh nursery). My husband and I had started discussing a couple of years ago when (not if when!) the best time to take the girls on their (and his) first trip to the Happiest Place on Earth would be. We had already decided that 2012/13 would be ideal, since the girls would be 4 or 5ish years old. April 2012, Jacey was diagnosed with Leukemia. As much as possible, she has been an amazing kid through it. Strong, brave, adaptable; she has an inner strength that I envy. When she qualified for Make A Wish (children with cancer qualify, no matter what the prognosis, because of their exposure to chemotherapy), we decided that our family needed the vacation now, rather than when Jace was done treatment in October 2014. I second, third, hundredth guessed our decision. The day before we were to leave, Jaceys blood work showed she was fighting off a bug of some kind; I spent the night taking her temperature obsessively rather than doing the last minute packing. She had a low-grade fever until the morning, but woke up bouncing. We werent sure we were going until about 6 hours before the flight took off. Faith, trust, and pixie dust would have to see us through.