Escape2Disney
Friendly Neighborhood Disney Fanatic!
- Joined
- Feb 24, 2009
- Messages
- 1,704
I have so many blissful memories of DLR! Here is the one that really sticks out for me:
When my daughters were 9 and 6, we'd had a particularly difficult year. It was the first time the doctors weren't sure if I'd live to see another year. I was a couple of months past my second major surgery of the year, and I decided the girls needed a fun distraction from all of the gloom and doom. After a 6 hour drive, we got to Disneyland right as the afternoon parade started. The girls raced to the top of the stairs at the train station, and pressed up against the railing to watch the floats go by. By the time I got to the top of the stairs, I could see the two of them giggling and pointing at the different characters as they went by.
Then it happened - My oldest daughter (who rarely smiled that year), turned to look at me. Her face was so relaxed and her smile so big, I couldn't help but cry. All reality slipped away, and they were just being KIDS. They were excited and happy. They weren't worried about a thing. It was then that I decided to take them back as often as I could (which turned out to be every year to 18 months).
I remember mentally thanking Walt for making it all possible. (Ugg, I'm crying now just thinking about it!)
When my daughters were 9 and 6, we'd had a particularly difficult year. It was the first time the doctors weren't sure if I'd live to see another year. I was a couple of months past my second major surgery of the year, and I decided the girls needed a fun distraction from all of the gloom and doom. After a 6 hour drive, we got to Disneyland right as the afternoon parade started. The girls raced to the top of the stairs at the train station, and pressed up against the railing to watch the floats go by. By the time I got to the top of the stairs, I could see the two of them giggling and pointing at the different characters as they went by.
Then it happened - My oldest daughter (who rarely smiled that year), turned to look at me. Her face was so relaxed and her smile so big, I couldn't help but cry. All reality slipped away, and they were just being KIDS. They were excited and happy. They weren't worried about a thing. It was then that I decided to take them back as often as I could (which turned out to be every year to 18 months).
I remember mentally thanking Walt for making it all possible. (Ugg, I'm crying now just thinking about it!)