“It’s an adventure,” hubby and I announced to our 8 year-old granddaughter and 5-year-old grandson. The four of us headed toward Disney World. I packed mini sandwiches made of 5-grain crackers filled with almond butter and strawberry jelly. Each had their own bag of grapes and 2 muffins which I made with coconut flour, sweetened with organic honey, bananas and blueberries. I know, I go a little overboard feeding them healthy stuff. The family chuckles at me.
Equipped for a day of adventure, the rounds began. We rode the monorail. Then visited Disney’s hotels admiring the Christmas decorations. We ended up at the giant gingerbread house displayed beside the enormous Christmas tree which dominated the lobby at the Grand Floridian Hotel.
Then we headed to Celebration, Florida where the exciting snowfall occurs every hour on the hour. Kids squealed, trying to catch the fake snowflakes on their tongue. We heard the clip clop of the horse pulling a carriage filled with folks with smiley faces.
After a long day, we stepped into a nearby restaurant and grabbed dinner. Exhausted, we held hands and headed across the parking lot to the car.
Then without prompting, my grandson said these exact words: “By the way, Nana and Papa, thanks so much for bringing us to do all this. It was so much fun.”
I nearly ate him up with kisses for that sincere, spontaneous expression of gratitude. Then later, I pondered: How often do I stop, with no prompting, no reminder, speak out my appreciation and say: ‘By the way, God, thank you for…’”