Growing older calls for pretending that I'm still a child, and where better to do that than Disneyland. Every year since I turned sixteen my birthday tradition has been to go to Disney. The older I get the more I try to cherish this day, and every second after. I loathe getting older, but I love birthdays. Isn't that a contradiction? I like the celebration part of the day; the I can get whatever I wan part (I know how awful that sounds but it's the honest truth). Ricky however, hates Disneyland. He says I drag him to Disneyland too often. My birthday is the one day I can cash in a trip, free of complaints. He even has a smile on his face all day. It's great. I'm so thankful for the people I have, the love I feel, and the many many blessings I receive on this day. These being the only benefits of aging. However, I'm still going to pretend that I am a little girl and that I have not a care or responsibility in the world (insert hair flip emoji here).
Halloween time at Disneyland is absolutely my favorite time of the year. Which is ironic because I never celebrated Halloween as a kid, and I still don't. Something about the pumpkins and fall vibes makes Disney that much better. AND OF COURSE THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS. If you can't tell, Nightmare is an obsession of mine. During the month of October Nightmare is alive all through out the parks. A whole month to meet Jack and Sally and getting to experience a ride entirely dedicated to this movie? Yes, please. Although this does last through December, (It's essentially a Christmas movie), getting to experience this for my birthday is a real treat. I love spending my birthday's here. I am beyond spoiled, and as much as I hate to admit it, I definitely love it. Here's to twenty two, and the great things this year will bring.