This post has been a long time coming. And the need for it has only multiplied since for my 21st birthday, my wonderful husband gave me a trip to Disney World. And I cried. Now I'm warning you, this is super cheesy. And ridiculous. And you guys will think I'm crazy and will probably make fun of me for the rest of my life, but I felt like I need to share why this moment was/is so important to me. And not just because I love the pineapple ice cream at Magic Kingdom. So here we go.
I've been obsessed with Disney (& Disney World) for about as long as I can remember. Many people grow out of this little-girl fanaticism by the time they're 15, but I didn't. And I think it's because no matter what was going on in my life, everything was ok when I was in Disney World. My anxiety went away during my childhood when I was there and I was able to keep my mind off less stellar things going on when I was in high school. But whenever I was there, I desperately wanted to share it with the love of my life. Between the ages of 15 and 19 whenever I was at Disney World, it was a different guy that I wished could have been with me. Turns out none of those were the love of my life.
One of my more recent trips that had the biggest effect on me, was when I was in high school. I was in a crummy crummy relationship and needed an escape. My parents, knowing me so very well, offered to take me to Disney World for my spring break. Of course I said yes. From the moment we landed, everything was better. The stresses of my personal life went away (at least during the day) and I was able to spend some much-needed quality time with my parents. The trip reminded me of what true happiness felt like. And I realized that as much as I wanted it, the relationship I was in wasn't going to give me the happiness I wanted in my life.
The breakup didn't happen right away, but when the time to end that relationship did come, I cried a lot. I wasn't sure if I'd ever find someone who would love me despite all of the awful things I had been through with my past relationship. Deep down, I wondered if I would ever find my Disney Boy who would go with me to one of my favorite places in the world. I worried that my dreams of going to Disney World with a man that I loved would never happen. But like every good Disney movie, my prince came along a mere days after the breakup. And I knew it would be him.
I tried to convince this wonderful man that we should go to Disney World for our honeymoon, but that didn't quite fly. And I agreed to go somewhere not so far away from where we got married. I ended up going there right before our wedding for my bachelorette celebration with my mom, sister, and pseudo-sister, but again, all I wanted was for him to be there. So I kept reminding my husband time and time again that we NEEDED to go to Disney World at least once before we had kids, especially since he has never been (which just isn't right). He kind of sort of seemed to agree to go, but I could never tell if he would actually follow through on that promise or not.
Fast forward to almost a year later. I opened the envelope which contained my birthday gift from Husband. All I registered was black paper in the shape of Mickey Mouse's ears. And I started to cry. As did my mom and sister who were watching.
It was literally one of the best moments of my life. I'm not kidding. And I still can't get over how excited I am. We are waiting to figure out our work/school schedules before deciding when to go, but I promise you no matter when it is, it won't be soon enough. I've waited my entire life to go to Disney World with the love of my life, and it's finally happening.
Ok, cheesiness over.
Excited For: DINNER!! We're getting Mexican food. Story to follow.
Should Be: Driving to eat the Mexican food.
Craving: Mexican food.
Wishing That: Mexican food was in my belly.
Days Until Christmas: 191
