All too quickly but with too many hours cruising Kissimmee, we reached our last day in Disney. Madeline had a great, restful night and woke up feeling perfectly normal and finally wanting to eat.
We had stumbled our way out of the "sick kid" woods and we wanted to make the most of our last morning there. I got the kids ready while Joe made only 14 trips to the car to load up all of our stuff. (We traveled with an amazing amount of stuff. Amazing in a bad way.)
Of course, we headed in to Magic Kingdom, Madeline's one true love.
Ah, nothing like a beautiful family photo of squinting. We're really good at doing that together.
This time, Peter went with us and, let's not kid ourselves, Madeline was more thrilled to walk through the park with him than us.
(What you can't see in this photo is Peter's awesome shirt. It says, "Bob Loblaw's Law Blog: lobbing law bombs." If you know this reference, you are my friend.)
My parents bought her light-up mouse ears at Epcot the night before and she adored them. Would not take them off. Which is totally appropriate at Disney. In the real world? A little strange.
Anyways, Madeline loved looking through her autograph book while stuck in the hotel room so we wanted to get her as many signatures and pictures as possible.
She met Jasmine and Aladdin and while I couldn't hear everything they talked about, I'm 80 percent certain she didn't call Jasmine out on her lack of appropriate wardrobe. Phew.
This particular Jasmine and Aladdin were extremely flirty with each other. The other moms in line and I discussed this. It was possibly beyond the call of duty.
Then Madeline and Peter rode the Winnie the Pooh ride again and Joe and I walked around with Caleb, ducking in a few stores and staring at all the beautiful, shiny objects. (I'm a sucker for the Disney store so stores in Disney? Yeah. That's all.)
Alas, rain came again which meant the characters disappeared to their quiet rooms of meadows and rainbows and cuddly forest critters and soft music playing, or so I like to imagine.
We rode the train back to the front of Magic Kingdom, kissed it good-bye and headed towards home.
This is how Madeline rolled her way back to Indiana. In style, of course.
It was abundantly clear every time we stopped at a gas station that we just came from Disney. The ears. The lanyard. The pins. The girl who caught every attendant's eye and half-shouted, "I had my birthday in Disney!"
After all (39,000 words) has been said and done, this little girl believes she had the most marvelous trip to Disney and that is all that matters. She's more than happy to whip out her autograph book to anyone who slightly slows their gait next to her and she's still telling strangers how she celebrated her birthday with the princesses in the castle.
All worth it.