Last fall, when I visited Disney World with my sisters, I was surprised to bump into my husband’s uncle and his family.
This year, we had a similar co-inky-dink, by finding out through FB posts that a nephew was there at the same time for his Princess’ 4th birthday!
Does this mean that our family magically comes together in strange ways? Or simply that we are bad at communicating and the only way we will see each other is to accidentally bump into relatives in large, public places?
Whatever the reason we met up, I was thrilled.
We were at the end of our trip, and only had a few hours of overlap time where we could visit before our afternoon flight.
Then fate stepped in again.
Our flight was CANCELLED.
Which caused Sugarwings to miss a day of school, and my husband to miss prep for a big call he needed to be on, but me?
Did I use the word thrilled already?
Yep, that is how I felt! These guys live far away and we rarely see them. My husband has been able to watch the baby grow up, because he had to make business trips to their city
I’ve only had a few visits with her, so she barely knows me.
I crafted this scrapbook for her, in hopes that a birthday at Disney was a memorable event for her, and we’d be associated with those memories.
Their family was staying at....
The FOUR SEASONS.
A bit of an upgrade from the Carribean Beach Resort where we were.
Not that I ever would complain about Carribean Beach, we have had some wonderful trips staying there, Sugarwings and I were in heaven with our girls weekend,and consider it a favorite hotel.
But there aren’t many places that compare with the Four Seasons.
We joined them for the afternoon by the pool (many pools), and ended up being gifted with a gorgeous suite. The only problem with it, was that we had to get up at 4am to fly home, and that wasn’t nearly enough time to revel in the luxury.
From the balcony, you can see fireworks from three Disney parks.
The pool area was ideal for kids, there was also a lazy river and some big slides.
I made the mistake of wearing my tie dye, hippy hat into the lazy river, and proved that riff raff like myself doesn’t belong at fancy places.
Pink and purple dye ran down my face and shoulders, ruining multiple towels before I realized that I was leaking color everywhere.
If anyone asked where I got purple highlights, I’ll just say they are from the Four Seasons Spa.
Thank you, Damon, for the special day, and to Sully for spending her birthday with us!
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