We stayed late one day to see the fireworks. My daughter was just five, so I lifted her up onto my shoulders. She stayed awake for the whole show, and stayed up there for the walk out of the park. Then she fell asleep on my shoulders as we navigated the crowds. That’s a happy memory for me.
And the look on her face when the first time a cast member called her Princess.
AND the look on her face in the picture from Space Mountain. She was just barely big enough to ride, and it was her first roller coaster. I was worried she wouldn’t like it, but that was a look of pure joy on her face. Apparently she was born to ride roller coasters.
And also when she met Tinkerbell. Holy cow. The cast member playing Tinkerbell was amazing, and my daughter was so happy to meet her that she almost couldn’t talk.
Good stuff.
