FourEver Young
Four years ago, I was laid up in a hospital bed.
“4 years ago, you were just a dream. Now you are my reality. You are the best thing that’s ever been mine.”
Four years ago, I wasn’t sure if a baby would be cut, vacuumed or pushed out of me.
Four years ago, I vowed NEVER to do this again.
Four years later, I rejoice, regarding the life of this little one in higher esteem than my own. I celebrate four years of residing in the best hood... motherhood. I also celebrate the tremendous amount of milestones I have had the privilege of observing and taking part in.
This year, I did not want to commemorate my child’s birthday with an elaborate party. I figured I’d culminate this year doing what we always do, only bigger: a planned compilation of experiences. My articulate, imaginative and intelligent four year old deserved a magical trip that would blow his mind and kick off this next year of life in a most memorable way.
So, we ventured to Disney and I live with no regrets. Our three day weekend escape was filled to capacity with a colorful journey through the Crayola Experience.
A full night’s rest allowed us to recharge just enough for a full day at Magic Kingdom.
We ended the trip with a bang at Peppa Pig’s Theme park where both Peppa and Daddy Pig showed up to greet their friends.
The night commenced with fine dining at Chef Mickey’s. The chef was gracious enough to visit with his patrons and invited his friends along for the meet and greet too!
The progression of the trip continued to build excitement. My heart was full and my joy replenished as I gazed at the look on my baby’s face and took in the excitement he displayed through the inflection in his voice and uncontrollable sprints he did as he raced to meet some of his favorite characters.
Four years later, I am filled with gratitude that the journey has led me here: learning; unlearning; growing and VERY experiential.
