I will keep all of this trip report on one thread since I am not so talented that I could provide a link to the next installment.
Pre-Trip Report:
On August 16, 1990, three months after I graduated from college, I married my very own Prince Charming in Kingsland, Georgia. Matt (DH) was on leave from the Navy and was in the process of starting on a new submarine that would be stationed out of Kings Bay, GA.
He had a week of house hunting leave, and in his ever romantic way, he suggested I pick up some rings so we could get married while we were down there. We were so young and new to the whole "wedding" thing that we didn't plan anything out. I bought a dress and two rings and we left for Georgia.
We found some land that we liked and a builder and on the anniversary of my grandparent's wedding day, we strolled into the Justice of the Peace and got married. No flowers, no cake, just us and a guy named Bubba (no joking). He took one picture of us standing against the big picture window, with the sun glaring in on us, you can't make out one single detail of our faces. Twenty minutes after the wedding, we met with the real estate agent and signed the papers to have our new house built on a newly aquired peace of not-quite-swampland.
After that we headed for a beach near Jacksonville. We had dinner at Taco Bell (still totally not joking, we didn't know where to go) and had champagne and a brownie from a gas station Quik Mart for our wedding cake. I know this seems like a lot of unneccesary detail, but parts of this story come into play on our trip.
Fast forward fifteen years and we decide to take our very first ever trip by ourself with none of our four children. We settled on a trip to Disney since it was on the same continent and we could get home quick if we needed to and there was so much we wanted to do as adults at Disney that we couldn't do with the kids along. My dear, dear parents agreed to make the eight hour trip to our house to watch their adorable grandchildren four our six day adventure.
My parents rock.
We decided not to tell the kids, the 14 year old figured it out, though. Now before you feel bad for the kiddos, they were in Disney last June and we are taking them back in December. They were all so excited to have my parents come stay for almost a week, they barely even noticed when it was time for us to leave.
We made our reservations in March at the Boardwalk Inn in a concierge room with the dining plan. We booked our flight through AirTran and a towncar through FL Tours.
So, before I close the pre-trip post, here are the things you have to remember; no wedding, no flowers, no cake, one terrible picture taken on our wedding day by Bubba, the justice of the peace.
Pre-Trip Report:
On August 16, 1990, three months after I graduated from college, I married my very own Prince Charming in Kingsland, Georgia. Matt (DH) was on leave from the Navy and was in the process of starting on a new submarine that would be stationed out of Kings Bay, GA.
He had a week of house hunting leave, and in his ever romantic way, he suggested I pick up some rings so we could get married while we were down there. We were so young and new to the whole "wedding" thing that we didn't plan anything out. I bought a dress and two rings and we left for Georgia.
We found some land that we liked and a builder and on the anniversary of my grandparent's wedding day, we strolled into the Justice of the Peace and got married. No flowers, no cake, just us and a guy named Bubba (no joking). He took one picture of us standing against the big picture window, with the sun glaring in on us, you can't make out one single detail of our faces. Twenty minutes after the wedding, we met with the real estate agent and signed the papers to have our new house built on a newly aquired peace of not-quite-swampland.
After that we headed for a beach near Jacksonville. We had dinner at Taco Bell (still totally not joking, we didn't know where to go) and had champagne and a brownie from a gas station Quik Mart for our wedding cake. I know this seems like a lot of unneccesary detail, but parts of this story come into play on our trip.
Fast forward fifteen years and we decide to take our very first ever trip by ourself with none of our four children. We settled on a trip to Disney since it was on the same continent and we could get home quick if we needed to and there was so much we wanted to do as adults at Disney that we couldn't do with the kids along. My dear, dear parents agreed to make the eight hour trip to our house to watch their adorable grandchildren four our six day adventure.

My parents rock.
We decided not to tell the kids, the 14 year old figured it out, though. Now before you feel bad for the kiddos, they were in Disney last June and we are taking them back in December. They were all so excited to have my parents come stay for almost a week, they barely even noticed when it was time for us to leave.
We made our reservations in March at the Boardwalk Inn in a concierge room with the dining plan. We booked our flight through AirTran and a towncar through FL Tours.
So, before I close the pre-trip post, here are the things you have to remember; no wedding, no flowers, no cake, one terrible picture taken on our wedding day by Bubba, the justice of the peace.
