The magic is about their eyes. The way their eyes widen and sparkle in response to the wonders of Disney. Let’s face it, there’s nothing extraordinary about the rides and waiting in line for three hours in triple digit weather to meet Elsa and Anna could be described as insanity.
Each time is a new trip for our family as our children and their interests grow. This time we had a six year old wanting to explore big kid adventures like Thunder Mountain’s roller coaster-ness under daddy’s protection and Disney dollars burning a hole in her pocket for shopping Main St. There was our curious and loving four year old who’s heart and thrill for adventure is bigger than his below 40″ frame where he measured below the cut-off each time he tried for a big-kid ride like Cars Racers, who we then distracted from this disheartening short-kid news with shopping and meeting Super Heroes. And then there is the tiniest child of all. A one year old whose spirit for life is her fuel. She thought it was all for her. The rides. The shows. The characters (at a safe distance).The parades. The joy. And the spinning. What a discovery to watch her happy-laugh on the tea cups.
So enjoy the pics. Forgive the fumblings of out-of-focus, in-motion selfies and doublies on rides. And for an absence of pictures. At some point, I just have to set the camera down and live it because 1) I am not adept enough to fully focus on enjoying it with my family and fully focus the photos 2) my daughter asks me to put the phone away and I think that’s reason enough.