Thirty or so years ago, The Folks decided I was big enough for my first big trip. It was all systems go for Disneyland, the Happiest Place on Earth. In theme with the BIG occasion, I convinced my grandmother to buy me a big bohemian long gown. I wore it on the plane together with a big grin. Big girl, big occasion remember?
Disneyland has been dislodged since. I found my own, new "happiest place on Earth" a few years back. Our minds are set. Our bags are packed. MacDaddy and I are headed there... today! He can breathe easy. I'm not the "ball-gown-on-the-plane" type anymore. It was just a phase apparently. I know I'll still be wearing that big grin though.