I know there are tons of things we want to share with our kids. Places we want to go, adventures we want to have, memories we want to make. It’s almost overwhelming our desire to show them the world.
Sometimes I wonder why we keep going back to Disney. And I’m sure my husband wonders it too. Yet, every time we go we start thinking of when we will go back. Every time we think of other trips we might take we always find ourselves saying, “maybe Disney”.
There are years ahead of us to visit National Monuments and Museums. Years to see the world. But the joy of a 2 year old is fleeting. And if I could bottle it I would store it up and break it out when he is 8 and too cool to hug Mickey Mouse. And I would pour some out when he is 13 and only wants to hang out with his friends. I would savor a bit when his heart is broken at 15 or when he heads off to college or when he’s sad and disappointed and life has lost a bit of magic.
Yes, it is so fleeting. So we go, again and again. To capture that joy. To hold it a little longer. To smile, laugh and get a little teary eyed every time we ride small world (oh, wait that’s just me). We go because somewhere in the happiest place on earth, a little girl made memories with her family and now she’s all grown up and doing it again.