I am no fan of Disney. In fact, I went to far as to publicly boycott Disney due to their partnership with Barney’s for the 2012 holiday window display in New York City. However, I felt obliged to visit “The Happiest Place on Earth” with my children to give them the experience that Greg and I had as children. They have been asking to visit Disney since Lilah would spend day after day after day in her princess nightgowns as a toddler.
The funny thing is.....Disney is not the happiest place on earth. Not even close. We had numerous issues with cantankerous, short tempered, unhelpful Disney staff; from the woman at the turnstile who lost patience with Lilah when she could not get her bracelet to light up upon entrance to Animal Kingdom, to the bus driver who snapped at Greg for being confused as to which bus would get us to Epcot from our hotel, to the woman on a scooter who reprimanded me for stepping in her way, despite sincerely apologizing to her while holding the hand of my near-tears daughter when trying to escape the Magic Kingdom minutes before the nightly parade down Main Street. There were more incidents, but I truly want to remember the iconic beauty and the happy smiles that my daughters wore most of the time we were there.
The flag ceremony
The few rides we went on
The smiles that stretched ear to ear
The color my eyes just drank in and savored to hold me through what is left of this long New England winter.