Geoffrey Chaucer once said, "all good things must come to an end."
And it seems to be true.
But the end doesn't always necessarily come by choice...we still weren't quite ready for our vacation to be over!
|just in case you were wondering what packing for Disney for a family of 8 in a Sienna looked like|
By this point in the game we were all tired...really, really tired. Even HoHo needed support on the bus ride over to the Magic Kingdom.
Because of course stuffed monkeys love Disney World too!
|the man, the mouse and us|
Good thing Ian and I got so many points...we needed something to bail our unruly gang out of Space Jail with Zurg.
Thankfully everyone agreed to give it a try.
Admittedly some were clinging to the safety restraints for dear life, but they tried it.
And they found they liked it.
As the sun began to emerge from behind the clouds we made a beeline to the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train to see if the rain had gifted us a super short line.
Further proof that Disney isn't just for kids?
Notice the kids' 71 year old grandma showing she "still has it" when it comes to raising your hands on a roller coaster.
We're so, so glad we got to share our magical memories with her!
We continued to explore the New Fantasyland, pausing to check out each of the castles.
Just feel like keeping it real right here. This photo shows a remarkable recovery following an epic meltdown from a week of blown bedtimes and lots of walking. I'm sure the photographer was glad to see us move on, but thankfully the fit was left right in front of Ariel's castle...
And then, the moment Natalie had been waiting for all week. Our fast pass visit with the sisters of Arendelle.
She was so overcome that she could hardly speak, let alone make eye contact with Elsa or Anna.
Just as we were headed toward the castle to work our way back down Main Street, it lit up for Frozen. Nat's night was made.
We made our way down Main Street as the time overlapped with the Christmas Party goers. The crowds began to get heavier and we paused to take one last shot of the holiday lights.
And while our park time was over, we still needed dinner and had meals left on our plan. So we took the monorail over to the Polynesian and ate at Capt. Cook's. Dinner was quite enjoyable but, for obvious reasons, it was eclipsed by dessert.
Or, perhaps more accurately, some of us were just clowning around...
Eventually we realized that one little girl in particular had left it all in the park over the course of the week.
And so we bid adieu to Disney. We had memories to last a lifetime...or at least four years.