Vacation Pics

Vacation Pics

shadows on the beach

family selfie

golf cart rides around the island

Oliver enjoying the pool

our first boat ride

Matt and Oliver enjoying the gulf

my shell collection

golf cart family selfie

Oliver at Magic Kingdom with Wavey's Minnie

riding the carousel

Oliver and I enjoying the Pooh ride

Comments

lesley said…

Beautiful photos, I love the golf cart selfie and Pooh ride. Yes, genuine happiness between the waves of sadness.

March 16, 2016 at 10:05 PM

Anonymous said…

What lovely pictures. The golf cart selfie is my absolute favorite.
Looking at these pictures made me have tears run down my cheeks.
For one, they were tears of joy, being so glad to see all of genuinely happy, enjoying a wonderful trip.
And then they were tears of sadness for the loss your family suffered, Waverly not being there when she should have been.
Hugs from Switzerland

March 17, 2016 at 11:57 AM

Anonymous said…

You guys are a lovely family. I'm glad you had such a wonderful getaway.

March 18, 2016 at 10:16 AM

Welcome to Holland

By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland.""Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.