I'll admit - - I had reservations about our Disney trip before it happened.
My ILs had planned it, and I had so many questions I wasn't sure what our plans would actually be like. Or be for. You know it's confusing when you don't plan your own events. And it's up in the air. And it's relaxing at the same time. But so as not to appear ungrateful, which I am not and was not, I held my concerns in quietly. And I figured we'd just see ...
But honestly, I worried a little bit how my daughter (4) would do spending so many days with her cousins (9, 7, 6).
And how hubby and I would do in such close quarters.
With his parents.
And his brother.
And would hubby be able to function after his recent appendectomy and would he be able to lift up our little one, who would be bound to ask for a hand or two. Or ten ... but he was able to do it. Even with my motherly hovering - despite his own mom being in sight.
And we survived.
The whole lot of us. The whole week. We survived it all, AND we had a blast!
And although it was a long week filled with long days, we had no complaints. No overly stressful moments. And no meltdowns (for the kids OR the adults). And while my Disney trip might have been planned differently, my daughter's first trip provided to her (and us) by her Memere and Papa was a beautiful one. Filled with loads of fun, laughter, love and incredible moments that created amazing memories.
And if you doubt that at all - - just look at this face:
And then look at this one. Ahhh. Pure and blissful exhaustion.