My brother and his family are coming next weekend, and we’re going to head to California Adventure on Monday. I took the day off, and I finally ponied up for Southern California annual passes for myself and the boy. It’s funny that we never bought them while I was living in Brea, less than 20 minutes away from the park… you’d think I would have bought them back then. I had promised the boy when we first moved to southern California that we’d go to Disneyland all the time, and I wanted to keep that promise—I really did. It just didn’t work out that way. It was expensive and I wasn’t able to pull it off.
But I worked it out. I bought them now. And hopefully we’ll get a chance to use the passes together this year. I’m thinking a few days here and there, just taking off from work and going with the boy, just him and me… that’ll be pretty great.
C’s paternal grandparents always loved to take him to Disneyland. They came and picked him up a few times and took him to Disneyland when we lived in Brea, even when I had to work and couldn’t go. I’m so glad they did that few times before his grandpa died. I think about C’s grandpa a lot when I go to Disneyland. He loved that place. He loved to take the kids there, go on rides, especially Pirates and Big Thunder Mountain. He was such a kind man. I miss him sometimes.