This has been an interesting week. I have had the chance to spend a few days with my cousin and her family (husband and 2 little girls) at Walt Disney World. Normally, my husband and I would come over for a day (when we lived in Tampa) and park hop, see the shows, ride our favorite rides, and leave when we were done. That is side 1 to Disney. It includes snuggling on the top level of the ferry to the Magic Kingdom, stealing a kiss in line for the Rockin’ Roller Coaster, and feeling sorry for the parents who’s children are having a Mickey Meltdown in the middle of a crowded park. We were free to see what we wanted and to do as we wished.
Now, add a 3 1/2 year old and a 6 year old. Yesterday I saw Disney through the eyes of a child getting to hug a princess while she herself was dressed all in poofy layers. I listened to the squeals of joy as my oldest niece rode Space Mountain, and LOVED it. I sympathized as my cousin in law tried to reason with a 3 year old having a Mickey Meltdown. And I sat in awe at the this wonderful family sharing their precious memories with Aunt Sarah. This was side 2 to Disney. The snuggling on the ferry was now a father and daughter and the kisses were from mommy to a skinned knee. Two very different experiences and both wonderful. And it is only day 2!