Today, I returned from a glorious five-day vacation at Disney World. Weather was gorgeous, the kids were great travelers (and riders!), and crowds were minimal. I took my first trip to Disney when I was a freshman in high school – my aunt took me for my birthday. I was only there for one day before we headed to the beach, but I immediately knew that it was a special place. Since then, I’ve been there multiple times, including one time with my oldest son and mom a year and a half ago. Seeing him light up at Mickey Mouse, fireworks, and rides just made the whole experience so memorable. I may or may not have cried a little during the fireworks display… This most recent trip, however, has me feeling thankful on a whole new level. My husband (and baby Jack!) joined us on this trip, as did my mom and my in-laws. I am so thankful we were able to take this family trip, even though having a party of 12 isn’t the easiest thing to maneuver. Seeing my nieces and nephew hold hands with my boys and my in-laws beam over having all five grandkids together, hearing my mom scream on the Everest ride at Animal Kingdom, watching my youngest quack like crazy at Donald Duck, and hearing my oldest squeal when he saw a ‘real’ Lightning McQueen – those are memories I’ll never forget. My husband and I feel unbelievably thankful that we were able to take our boys on a trip like this. I know Jack is too young and won’t remember the trip, but I think I took over 300 pictures. Surely that will be enough to make him thankful in the future, right?