My first happy thoughts are when we get close to those arches saying welcome then pulling up to the resort and the guard at the gate saying welcome home. We have been going for over 35 years and have built up many great memories but it really doesn't take anything special to happen, just being there is our safe and happy place. We started going when my son was just shy of 3, I was a single mom and had to save for 2 years for us to go so we would go every other year. As my son grew older and I got into a relationship and he got into relationships, WDW was still our place. It was where he and I went and while he did eventually take a girlfriend on one trip with us and his now ex-wife on another couple of them, it was still our place. My honey never goes with us, he understands it's our time and our place. My son is now 38 years old and we can go every year, sometimes more than once and it still hasn't lost it's magic for us.
The year my mother died, she was in a hospice house before she died and we had a trip planned. The family told us to go ahead and go since there really wasn't anything we could do and no telling when she would die. She didn't die while we were gone but we spent the entire trip worrying about getting that call. She would occasionally go with us through the years and she loved the place too so I imagine she was waiting for us to get back to tell her about it. She died about a month later. I was lost, she was my best friend, so honey told me that we needed to take a trip to WDW to just give me peace. Even though we had been that year, about 6 months later my son and I went back and everywhere we went we would think about Mama and smile at the memories.
Fast forward and my son was in the Navy and married, he contacted a viral infection in the hospital he worked in (Navy Corpsman) and for about 6 months went through being paralyzed, then walking with a walker, then a cane, then one leg would just give out, then he got migraines and had to be hospitalized sometimes for a week at a time. All the while the doctors ran tests and scratched their heads and couldn't figure out what was wrong. He once had a spasm in his back when they were giving him a shot and it broke the needle it was so bad. Needless to say, this was not easy on his marriage and after they moved back to Georgia she still couldn't deal with his illness and they got divorced. This was almost too much for him, he had some strange something wrong with him that no one could figure out, his wife left him and he was in constant pain. He even considered taking his life a few times, it was not a good time. We took our usual trip to WDW, he with his memories of his ex-wife having been there with us (they even bought DVC, she got it in the divorce) and in pain so he couldn't ride some rides. After we had been there a couple of days, Disney worked it's magic on him. He started to occasionally smile, something he hadn't done in a year. We were staying at BWI and one evening after spending time at F&G at Epcot we were walking back to BW, going over the bridge we hear music coming from YC where they were having some sort of corporate party on the beach and he started singing and dancing. My mother's heart soared, he had smiled, he was singing and dancing, magic had happened. We have since learned he has permanent nerve damage in his spinal cord which can not be repaired so while he is still in a lot of pain, at least he knows why.
We will be there in a couple of weeks, he went back to school and finishes this summer, his degree will most likely require him to move away so we know this could be our last trip together for awhile but we believe in the Disney magic and will let it work on us.