Since moving to Orlando, Joe and I have learned that there are Disney people and there are not.
There are those who despise the hot, sweaty crowds and those who simply can’t take in enough ‘magic’.
We are those hot, sweaty, magic lovers.
I think it goes back to the fact that we both grew up going to Disney World with our families. We love talking about our childhood memories of standing in line to ride Dumbo and the first time we remember meeting the mouse. I remember how my “vacation” parents were always much better than the people I lived with at home. Joe remembers watching a storm on the balcony of a Disney resort with his dad. He re-tells this story almost every time it rains.
So, to say our Disney cruise was a dream come true– just doesn’t even begin to describe it.
We were treated like absolute royalty.
Joe could rest when he needed, like in a hammock on a private island…
After playing in the waves.
Princess Mira could stay in the lavish ‘It’s a small world nursery’ so we could enjoy some grown-up time with our friends.
The grandparents were in heaven lounging on the beach…
…wearing napkins on their head…
And watching the fireworks blast across the sky as pirates danced all over our ship.
Including the cutest pirate of them all.
I know Mira may not remember meeting Minnie Mouse, her Snow White dress, or the waiter who called her “princess” every night at dinner. But these memories are forever etched into our hearts forever.
As I’m writing this, I can hear Joe singing “Baby Mine” to Mira in her room and rocking her to sleep. I hope she reads this someday and looks back at these pictures and always knows how much we love her.