Okay, so I'm not copping out on the whole pirate thing. We are totally Sparrow obsessed, as you all know.
I mean, just look at him.
:::SIGH::::
Tink and I totally have phrase to describe the look on the good captain's face in this photo. Unfortunately, it's not DIS friendly.
I'm sure your imaginations can do a little fill in.
Seriously.
Anyway, back to the pre trip report. I feel like I have so much to tell you all, and not enough space to do it in! You know what I mean? I feel like I've got at least 3-4 updates worth of information, and I want to pace myself.
I mean we have a little over 6 months here.
So today we'll just deal in abstract thought, or the inner workings of TK's mind.
Right about now, I bet you're thinking, boy oh boy, what ever did I subscribe to this for? This girl's a nutter!
That could be true, but I promise, at the very least, it's interesting.
Since this particular trip is honor of my thirtieth birthday (it's getting easier to say, I swear

), I've been thinking about what that means.
What turning thirty means, and all of that.
We won't go into it all. But it occured to me that I picked something very interesting for us to dress as for
MNSSHP.
And if you all recall, that's characters from Peter Pan.
Most of whom, will never be growing up.
Sound familiar?
I mean, talk about the subconscious mind at work here! TK picks a large group of Disney characters for her family to dress is that just so happens to never ever wanna grow up, yup!
Is that too funny or what?
And I have a special love of the film Peter Pan. When I was eight years old, I got to see it in the theater for the first time. That same day, I ended up being rushed to the hospital with acute appendicitis and having my first operation.
But I saw the whole film.

My parents tease that I didn't want to leave the movie, but honestly, I think it was so wonderful, and so distracting, and that pain pretty much builds slowly so that you don't realize how bad it is, I probably chalked it up to a stomachache and watched Peter fly off to Neverland.
Neverland.
:::sigh:::
Where I really don't ever have to grow up. Where I'll always be a child at heart.
And so, dear friends, that's why, even though this trip is celebrating a birthday that I've learned to embrace, and although I may be a responsible adult, I'm telling you right now, I'm never growing up. I'll never forget my inner child.
"Second star to the right, and straight on 'till morning..."
"You can fly..."
That song still makes me cry. All that childhood innocence, faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie dust, and YOU CAN FLY!!!!
So not only are we finding our horizon a la Captain Sparrow, we're pirates of a different sort. And children who will never group up. Lost boys and fairies and beautiful Indian princesses.
We're celebrating not just a birthday, but what it is to be young, regardless of what age you are. To be young of spirit, young of heart, young of mind. To never, ever let the child in you die. And although 30 is about moving forward for me, and a lot about allowing less bs in my life, it's also about keeping that spirit alive.
About putting on Disney music at night, and singing and dancing with my son and my husband.
About playing with Playdoh when DS asks me to, about racing racecars, and playing all sorts of pretend.
Because, to quote another Pan film of sorts, "We have a few special years with our children, when they're the ones that want us around. After that you're going to be running after them for a bit of attention. It's so fast Peter. It's a few years, and it's over."
I always think of that. When I'm too tired to want to play racecars or run around with the energy of a four year old. Right now, my son wants me around. When I got home from the gym tonight, he said, "Mama, I'm so glad you came home!" And I got a big ole hug.
It's already gone by so fast.
And I cling to all my memories, and I can't wait to make new ones.
"To live... to live would be an awfully big adventure."