Whew!! What a month. Few weeks. Whatever. You people are so real. So kind. So thoughtful. SO PATIENT. I really appreciate you.
Anyway, while the family enjoys a Saturday afternoon with the new puppy (YES and that is a shocker, let me tell you!) and E blasts Play that Funky Music White Boy alternately with Cotton Eyed Joe from the garage as he roller-blades, it is time to re-live some magic and escape to Epcot for a bit.
On with the show!
Let me say this: I am so glad Shrek is from Tennessee and not Canada. If every girl from Canad-i-a (as E sometimes says) looked like Cast Member and Le Cellier server Deanna, there would be no way I would ever be Mrs. Shrek. She was a charming, man-melting knockout and had our adult and younger males entranced from her first greeting.
We were seated in a back corner in adjoining booths. Perfect. The boys loved having their own table! Deanna proved smart, too, as she singled out first-grader E to help her read a printed salutation and portion of the menu.
This was delightful! We eat at Le Cellier every trip but had never had this experience. Im guessing its at the servers discretion, but it made a seven year old feel mighty big among the older boys.
We had just ordered drinks when...
surprise!!!!!!
Our very best friends in all of Canada found us. Can you believe it?
Do you know Yak? My dear Dis friend and her family were in the World at the same time and happened to be stalking us that very evening. I am KIDDING!!
I had never met Yaks mister so we had a wonderful get-together and greeting right there in the middle of Canada. They, of course, were on home turf and WE felt as if we were on foreign soil right in the middle of Florida. Ah
Disney magic
.
So, we had a drink and a few photos as our tables for eight became, briefly, tables for twelve while Yaks family joined us for those few minutes.
We knew our paths would cross again this trip, so we said goodbye and kicked them out of their country.
Darling Deanna brought the bread vases and proceeded to tell us about the provinces and origins of the three types of breadsticks. That is all I remember about that except she told the boys to listen carefully as there would be a quiz at the end of the evening. Dinner was delicious and we reveled in our adult conversation as we watched our sons eat their meal and talk among themselves. If you have young children who climb on you as you try to cut your steak, relax. These years will pass. You will, one day before you know (or want) it, look down a few feet at your preteens taking care of themselves and their siblings and know you have equipped them for this time. It will feel good.
Precious Deanna returned after the gorging and asked the boys what they remembered about the breads. Well, they remembered everything. Every fact, every flour, every province.
Study nerds, all, the CookMaster and I snorted!
Adorable Deanna gushed and applauded and said, Well, Ive never had someone remember anything about the bread, much less everything. Actually, Ive never had anyone listen so well, so I never even give the quiz! Ill be right back.
And she was. She came back with two Dream certificates and eight Tinkerbell Castmember pins. One pin was for each boy to keep and one was to give away. Each family received a certificate:
We were so charmed with our lifelong friend by this point we knew she had only a few more months in the US. Shrek was plotting ways to keep her here. He was seriously discussing his unmarried co-worker and presented his credentials to Deanna. I became, briefly, concerned about Shreks intense focus about marrying off this pair which would lead to Deannas move to our hometown, but decided Shrek loved Deanna in a fatherly, platonic, caretaker way, so he remained my hero and I jumped on the bandwagon. As you see, we snapped a few reconnaissance photos of the girl but by the time we were home, said co-worker was already dating a local girl (THAT took a week
).
So America, if you see Deanna at Le Cellier, knock yourselves out!
We took our Canadian bread, salmon, and desserts in full bodies back to Beach Club to pick up jackets on the way to the YC/BC Marina for the Illuminations Cruise. The evening had turned colder and we werent about to freeze on a boat. Our captain was such a gentleman. I cant believe I cant remember his name. He took us on a nice ride over to MGM, where we watched part of
Fantasmic! from the water. We circled back through the resorts and made our way, now wrapped in his blankets, to our observation spot under the bridge next to France. He called the boys in close and took some time explaining the story of Illimunations.
This was the best part of the cruise! He told us how in this story man comes into the world, moves through the ages, skills develop, nations form, and space is eventually explored. We must all work together and we have unending opportunity to do so. He set the stage so well and we all agreed it enhanced our enjoyment of the evening. I know I told you all about my emotions this particular evening two chapters ago, but it was terrific on every level!
We can recommend this cruise, especially if you can split the cost with another family. It works great!
So you know I went to bed with an unsettled heart and mighty prayers but when Stitch and Mickey called my feet hit the floor with anticipation: another day at Disney World! I rolled over and grabbed my phone, eager to see if there had been a call about Granny in the night. Nothing. I live by this motto: bad news travels fast. I jumped in the shower and rousted the crew.
Epcot called and you cant fool around with Soarin. We had to stick with the plan.
The Fixers and Gatelatches had a happy reunion with the Coattails in our usual lobby meet spot. Though we all had breakfast in the Concierge Lounge each morning, time was precious so our paths seldom crossed and, when they did, no one could afford to linger.
The older kids, needless to say, had few words at that hour.
The Coattails reported their dinner at Kona had been fantastic (love that place) and they had gone back to Magic Kingdom for some late night fun. Young G, my Es seven year old friend, was pretty tired by the time they returned to the Beach Club around 11:00. Emeline reported an interaction they shared when they got back to their room:
Emeline: OK, G, brush your teeth and hop in bed.
G: Thank you. I have
GOT to get off these legs!
He is just the cutest thing. All week he would sidle up to me with a squeeze of the hand and a big brown-eyed glance up to my face. He and E were simply caught up in the magic, even at a time in their lives (actually, they have been this way much of their lives) when they yearn to keep up with their older brothers and gain their approval. It was fantastic to see them be SEVEN and have their brothers approval (which they have anyway, for the most part) but care more about their own pleasure meter for a time. Skip, skip skip! Theres that sand again as we make our way out of the Beach Club, into the sunshine, catching up on the overnight news as we make our plan and our way towards Epcot.
I call my mother. She is sooo tired, but glad we are having fun. Moms are like that. Will I be? Granny is stable, but this is not how stable can be for very long. She still needs the respirator to breathe. I clutch the airline phone numbers in my pocket. Mom insists there is no reason to come for her sake, so I will wait. We all wait
Up next: Soarin issues, traveling the world, and the quintessential Disney evening