When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.
When the boys were quite young, I remember saying to Superdad, "It will be a sad day when Peter Pan leaves this house for good."
Of course, like so many childish fancies, it didn't happen in a day, or in a moment that would be so easily noticed. Instead, it was more of a slow realization. And it wasn't exactly sadness, but more of a quiet wistfulness when my mind drifted back over days, weeks and months and couldn't remember the last time the boys had put on pirate coats, drawn their swords and sailed off for adventures unknown. They had left Neverland and it had taken awhile for me to notice.
This Thursday, the long-awaited launch our firstborn will finally happen. Granted, we are hardly sending him off to some foreign land and in theory could still see him frequently if we were all in agreement. But the winds are a-shifting and changes are on the horizon.
As we were looking ahead to this momentous occasion, Superdad and I agreed that we should take one last family hurrah knowing that family vacations with all of our children in tow may soon become difficult. In spite of my best efforts, my children do seem intent on growing up so that will mean different schedules, jobs, and responsibilities that will make it harder for us to coordinate travel together. They also may not want to! So, we knew we needed to grab this chance when we could still gather our chicks and they would willingly follow our lead.
Our boys may have left Neverland, but they haven't completely grown up....and there is still just a little bit of pixie dust in all of us.
|Up early and ready for some Disney fun. They still love it!|
|We talked our cousins into coming with us for extra fun!|
|More cousins and family! Could it get any better?!|
|So thankful we still have this little fairy for awhile.|
|The best send-off we could have asked for! Love this crew!|
And NOW we are ready. We are ready for packing up clothes, loading up a dorm room, buying ridiculously expensive text books, asking two dozen times, "So, do you think you have everything you need?"- knowing that if he doesn't we are just a phone call away. We are all ready, because we have to be. It's time.
The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.
Jack, you have always believed you could fly. Don't stop now.
We believe in you.
All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.