It began our last trip to Disney.
All nonchalant like, we suggested my aunt come with us. Alas, she had guests arriving . . . next time, she said.
But a funny thing about next time, about someday . . . he’s a wily fellow. He likes to run on up ahead; if you don’t reel him in, you may never catch up.
So, with a little extra money in our pocket, and a few open dates on the calendar, we made ourselves some plans.
Before we knew it, four of us had packed our bags and were headed toward the happiest place on earth.
We stayed in Disney’s Grand Californian, where we needed a map just to find our room and I nearly always answered the wrong door (connecting rooms, you know).
We dined on American, Cajun, Mexican, and fancy-pants fare.
We rode rides.
We meandered about and stood in lines; we chatted and we laughed.
We got wet (and looked as though we’d had a most unfortunate accident); we snapped goofy photos.
We even rode the carousel – I don’t remember the last time I rode a carousel. But it was my grandmother’s favorite; and since we were there on the third anniversary of her farewell, we rode it in her honor.
I think she would have loved the fact her girls were having fun together. She may have been a tad jealous.
And for good reason. Memories such as these are precious . . .
So if ever you think of taking a wee adventure with those you love someday, do make every effort to get it done. Because it’s in the laid back, hilarious, out-of-the-ordinary memories you’ll find a hint of magic.