
In the near future we will be piling three kids into the back of our Honda for a 14 hour car trip to Disneyland.
It's all about the gas mileage and not about the comfort. (If our long legged teenagers complain, well, we can just saw a few inches off...) We see this as a last chance of sorts. One last trip before I head back to work, one last trip with TJ as our child. Next summer he'll be 18, holding a full time job, possibly taking some college courses, preparing for a mission...This is a last. I tear slips down my cheek, I wipe it away and scream into the air,
"DISNEYLAND OR BUST!!!" It may just "bust" the bank, but you only live once, right? I'll never get too old for this place . It might just seem Mickey Mouse to some, but my whole family concurs, it truly is
the happiest place on earth...