Although it is always hard to say goodbye to Disney, this time it will be a little easier as we will be going to see good friends that we have met here on the DIS. We are so looking forward to spending quality time with Nicki and Todd.
And just before we see this as we exit the MK
we will do what has now become a new tradition for me. As those of you who have been with me the last 22 months know, I lost my dad after a long illness a week before our 25th anniversary trip in 2008 (anyone who wants a little history, can read my trip report from that trip and on the first page is a little bit about that trip:
http://www.disboards.com/showthread.php?t=1952195&highlight=yet+another+spectacular
Dad ALWAYS bought Andy and Mark balloons whenever he was on an outing with us -- be it Disney (which he was only able to do twice, once with each of the boys), the zoo, Great America, Kiddieland, the park, wherever. So in memory of my dad, I have decided that just before we leave the MK on our final day, that I will buy a balloon and present it to a child to put a little extra "magic" in their trip. It was very difficult the first year (Mark had to do most of the talking); last year it was a tad easier and, although there were tears, I was able to do it without sobbing. I think this is something that my dad probably smiles down on when I do it. I would have liked to have ended the "Disney portion" of my PTR with a picture of a balloon, but it is one of the few things I don't have a picture of.
Okay, I'll start with our drive to Marco Island in the next day or two. Thanks for sticking with me.
***Since I didn't have a picture of a balloon, I thought this was the next best thing. Wrestlers have this thing about tattoos. Markie got his first one during his spring break trip (with my permission) on his back in 2008. I told him at that time it would be the ONLY one. When we got back from our 25th anniversary trip, Markie came home the next weekend (I don't remember why). He said to me, "Mom, I got another tattoo." I just gave him one of MY looks. He said, "don't me mad until you see it." My boys for some reason or other (I never knew why), called my Dad "Putz." Mark had this done while at school while we were gone as a tribute to my dad/his grandpa:
Now, how could I possibly get mad about that?