Dearest Little Ones,
A friend of mine emailed me the other day, saying she had a dream of me introducing her to a little girl, about 5-7 years old, with dark complexion, dark hair, and beautiful, dark soulful brown eyes. She dreamed it was my daughter.
Many years ago, I had a dream about sitting a child’s bedroom, as moonlight streamed in through the window, a sleeping blond haired little girl sleeping soundly in the room. The bedroom was upstairs in a Victorian style house, and the full moon shone down on a field (presumably our yard) and a thick forest beyond. I was sitting the room, whispering with your dad.
I don’t know if any of these dreams actually have anything to do with what you’ll look like, how old you’ll be, or even if you’ll be a girl! We’re open on all of that right now.
But as I was walking through Disneyland a week ago, I couldn’t help but smile as I wondered what you’ll think of this place. Will you enjoy fireworks? Will you play in the pixie-dusted snow that comes after the fireworks and parade? Will it feel like Christmas if we don’t go to a Disney park one year? Or will you roll your eyes at the princesses and wish you could be prince charming, or a Jedi instead?
I’ve been to Disneyland with kids as young as 6 months and as old as 8 years, but I know seeing it through your eyes will be completely different. Whether you are strapped to my chest in a carrier, pushed in a stroller, or holding my hand as we walk onto Main Street USA for the first time as a family, I know it’ll be a special moment for me. I don’t really remember my first time in the parks. That was over 30 years ago. But I can hope the magic rubs off on you.
After all, we’re family. You just don’t know it yet.
All my love,