This most be some sort of twist of fate, some perverse coincidence.
But without fail, for the past two years, it has rained the morning we've left. And when I say morning, I mean, it's still dark out. Dark and cold and wet.
And guess who packed the car?
Oh, yeah. Me.
The reason this is such a funny memory for me is twofold, one, because it was raining last year when we left, and two, because I had the same exact feeling. It's a feeling of excitement combined with nervousness.
I have a confession to make. I don't enjoy flying.
At. All.
As a matter of fact, just a few short years ago, I was TERRIFIED of it. Which is really ironic, considering that my sister is a pilot. Could we BE more opposite?
Part of the problem is that I have a fear of heights. Part of the problem is that I'm claustrophobic. And part of the problem is just that I have control issues, and let's face it, flying is giving a lot of trust to people you don't know. AT. ALL.
Fortunately, because my sister has flown for commercial airlines, I'm fully aware of the rigors those pilots are put through to stay current, so there is a confidence level there. And quite frankly, for the majority, those planes fly themselves.
But these are all rational thoughts. It doesn't change the fact that I'm not really thrilled with flying. And that I did it a lot in the past year. Almost over my threshold, really. So, when I get ready to leave on vacation, regardless of where we're going, if we're flying, I'm always the first one up, and although I'm excited to be going, I'm also rushing.
Because honestly, I just want to get it over with.
Couple that with the fact that I keep it all inside, because I'm determined not to pass my fears on to my son. So yes, you'll here me saying "wheeeeee!" when we lift off and telling him how much fun this great ride is, when inside I'm wishing it was over already.
I do have to say that having a little one with you though, really helps to distract from your own issues, because really, you don't have time to worry about them.
So keep in mind, it was with all this particular kind of turmoil that we got ready that Sunday. I must have told my husband five times to get in the shower already and start getting ready. And when he didn't get ready fast enough to suit me, well, heck, I decided to pack the car myself.
Which is when I started hefting our luggage downstairs, and then opened the door to discover that the rain rain rain came down down down. I half expected to see poor Piglet floating by.
And I guess at that point, I had to laugh. Internally. Because my DS was still sleeping, and hearing your mom laughing maniacally is probably not a good way to wake up, even if you are going to Disney World.
I just couldn't believe that it was raining. Again. Back up the stairs I went to get my rain coat. Up and down, up and down, trying to get everything to fit into the car. Which really wasn't too bad, now that I have the CR-V.
I do have to say, one of the pleasant things about this year was being able to leave my car packed and not having to transfer luggage to my mom's car because we wouldn't have all fit in my old car when she brought us to the airport. This was so simple, leave CR-V packed, pick up Mom, Mom drives my car back to her house.
We won't talk about how hard it is for me to hand over the keys to my new baby.
So there we go, folks. The beginning. The way that I knew it was going to be a good vacation.
Rain.
It rained on my wedding day, and it rained when we left for Disney. Did you know that rain on your wedding day is good luck? We've been lucky for seven years, so I'm thinking, it's working.
And as we got to the airport, after listening to the Illuminations CD in the car, at my son's request, the rain let up. Just like on the day we got married. We went into church, it was raining, when we came out from mass, it was done.
Such is the way of the TK clan.
We're a lucky sort.
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And it rained on our Disney departure day too. 
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