This post title is a lie, because I cried every day on our trip to Disney World. They were tears of joy, though, not sorrow. I’m a bit of a sap, someone who cries at movies and even commercials. I don’t cry that often in “real life,” but our week in Disney was certainly an exception. I was so overwhelmed with emotion at giving my kids this experience, that it brought me to tears.
I cried when we told the kids we were going, even though their reaction was less like the commercials and more like “Great!” They were excited, but it took a few minutes to sink in, so there was no freak out like I was expecting. Still, I cried.
I cried when we arrived at Magic Kingdom on our first day to open the park. When the Main Street singers arrived on the train platform and Mickey, Minnie and other characters, including a few princesses, arrived, the tears poured down my face. My mother-in-law asked if I was OK. I was just so excited for the kids, who were seeing Mickey, princesses and friends for the first time, I couldn’t keep it in. I’m sure the people around me thought I was nuts, standing there, practically sobbing while Mickey and friends welcomed us to Magic Kingdom. When Sass met Tinkerbell, I cried. When she met her favorite princess Rapunzel, I cried. I cried during the parade when the princesses and characters waved and my kids knew they waved just at them. And this was all on the first day!
I got better as the week went on, but occasionally the tears would start up again. I cried on our second day when we went to Hollywood Studios when Buddy did the Jedi Training Academy and fought Darth Vader. I cried during The Little Mermaid show. I cried at the end of the night during the Fantasmic show at least twice. Once when the princesses went by on boats and another at the end because it was just so great, I couldn’t believe we were all there to experience it together.
On our third day I cried at the Royal Dinner with the princesses when Autumn had a formal portrait done with Belle and when the princesses did the promenade with all of the kids. I cried in Animal Kingdom during The Festival of the Lion King. By this point the crying had lessened. I think I only cried on our second day at Magic Kingdom during the Wishes fireworks show, but I cried at least 3 times, once during the preshow projection of photos on the castle, once when Tinkerbell flew from the castle and Sass yelled “She’s real, she’s real!” and once during the finale. I may have actually made it through our last day, spent in Epcot tear-free, although I think I cried that night when we started packing.
I cried on the bus on the way to the airport, this time a mix of emotions, both happy at the great time we had and sad that it was over.
It was a fantastic week, and I really hope we can do it again sooner rather than later. The kids and I loved it so much. My husband wasn’t as thrilled, mostly because he lugged a backpack around all week. He had told me that he enjoyed being there with me and the kids, but it was really more for us than him, but then this morning he said he realized how much the trip actually meant to him too. I hope that means we’ll get to go back soon!