With my daughter about to enter high school and my youngest finally tall enough to go on all of the rides, my husband and I decided that this summer was the time to make good on our promise to take the kids to Disney. We tried to go into the vacation with realistic expectations--after all, this trip was about the kids, not us, and even though theme parks weren't really our thing, we thought it might be nice just to get away. After waiting for 45 minutes for our first ride in the blazing 95 degree sun, my husband and I were both secretly hoping that we hadn't made a serious mistake. But six days later we were converts. Disney World was amazing!
One week of dry, sunny days and balmy, mosquito-free nights. One week of no cooking, no housework, and, believe it or not, no bickering. One week of playing with the kids, floating in the pool, and being spoiled by Disney employees. The kids were happy, my husband was silly, and my biggest decision was which ride to try next. The occasional long wait, the big crowds, and finding a lizard in the shower one morning did nothing to diminish the experience--granted it wasn't me in the shower with the lizard.
Forgive me if I'm waxing rhapsodic, but I had no idea a real vacation could be so much fun. Between the unpacking, the laundry, and the kids arguing in the kitchen as I write, I'm sure I'll come down to earth soon. And next week I'll most likely have something quilty to say. But for now let me leave you with the wish that I heard countless times at Disney: "Have a magical day!"
By the way, here's a pic of my Disney souvenir:
Yes, it's a patchwork hat made with Mickey Mouse fabrics! You can take the girl away from quilting, but you can't take the quilting out of the girl.