There was one little detail Denver didn’t bother to tell us.

Of course, this was during the time he didn’t speak to us much at all, so that shouldn’t be surprising.

But, still, he didn’t mention that he didn’t choose Disney as his initial wish for one reason, and one reason alone.

He was certain he would hate it.

It would be stupid.

He was sixteen, what did he care about a land that all began with a mouse?

And then…

And then he went. He remained stoic through a good portion of it, but yet there were smiles.

Here and there.

Somewhere in that time, in that brief week of time – it happened.

He fell in love.

With the land that started with a mouse.

With the land he now calls home.

With the dream.

And I say we are a Disney loving family, but he is the king of it all.

Disney has transformed him in ways I had only hoped would happen.

He is focused, and driven (though not on school – that’s another story).  He is ready to move on and out, and head back home.

And if I could, I would be right there with him.

It’s funny how Disney works that way.  How it takes a teenager who’s too big for his britches, and too cool for such things…and makes him a believer.

Disney was special to me before – now it’s even more so because it brought my kid back to me.