|Me and my little sister with Grandma|
and Grandpa on Main Street
|Not with Uncle Ken,|
but Dad and Jenn this time.
But get this: One of our family's Disneyland traditions actually almost missed me. Apparently, my sisters all buy churros when they come out of the Haunted House because Grandpa used to always buy them for us while he was waiting with Grandma while we went on the ride. I do remember that--now that they mention it. But I didn't have that memory as clearly as they did. So--thanks to my sisters, I have a fun new tradition to honor my Grandfather with.
|Mom photobombing the teenagers--the next generation.|
So this year we had the youngest (yet) grandchild graduate to where she could drive on the Autopia and she took Grandma for a ride. I totally remember how cool that was! And we had to get my sister who is pregnant and having trouble with her sciatic nerve a wheelchair--and though that wasn't fun, it was a real joy to push her around. We didn't have any trouble finding someone to push her and I'm glad she didn't get a motorized wheelchair. It was like having Grandma with us there again. It also got us a great place to view the World of Color--just like we were always happy to have handicapped parking in front of that old massive parking lot because of Grandma's wheelchair.
|At the beginning of the line at the Tower of Terror|
I so love this family. And I hope we can keep transmitting that down the generations most of all. I think we were closer on this trip and the experience was deep and rich because of our shared history there.
Here's our newest vacation tradition--movies made from an app on my sister's iPhone. Now life comes with a soundtrack :)