I got blessed with a trip to Disneyland last week. I’m not sure if they still use the catchphrase, but as a kid I remember they always called it “The Happiest Place on Earth”. I was able to spend two full days in the park with three grandsons and two of my daughters and sons-in-law. Put my darling wife in there as well and you’ve got a pretty awesome trip.
This was a trip that we would never be able to afford on our own, but our daughters took care of virtually everything for us. Hotels, tickets, even food was all their treat. Like I said, it was a blessing. A lot of our time was spent walking to lines, then waiting in lines. But one thing that I tried to be intentional about was making memories. I still remember going to Disneyland as a small boy and I wanted to give my grandsons a few things to remember when they take their grand kids. We did what we could to make it a fun, happy trip.
Like all things, our time together eventually came to an end. The Hawaiian contingent of the family had to get back home. Whereas Wednesday and Thursday were packed with joy, Friday morning was a sad day for all of us. Putting Luc into the car and waving goodbye was tough. I apologized to my daughter for all the tears and she said it was a good thing. She wants her little boy to know that it’s OK to feel emotions. Even in the sadness, she helped me to…