As I was laying in bed trying to sleep, I started thinking about Disney memories. It is usually a person that makes the memory so special.
Like David, the young CM who was cleaning tables in AK, sweeping up, and had great interaction, even though he never said a word. (He was deaf.) When DD needed a straw, since AK doesn't allow plastic straws, he gave her a reusable plastic cup with straw attatched. I think of him whenever she uses the cup.
Or Arsinio, from Puerto Rico, a gentleman who scrubbed the deck around the pool every morning at our resort, making sure the chairs and tables were clean for the day. Every morning as we left our room, he would call out "good morning , Princess" to my daughter. I gotta say, it just made my day.
Or Deanna, a manager at the resort we were staying at, who helped us out at a very difficult time, turning a tragedy into a special memory.
Or the CM who gave DD a balloon, as we were waiting for the parade. The interaction was so brief and quick I didn't get her name. Sorry. In turn, when DD was finished with the balloon, she passed it on to another child. The mother was very thrilled, and the child was happy too. As I was thinking about these memories, I was wondering if these people remembered them or us too.
Like David, the young CM who was cleaning tables in AK, sweeping up, and had great interaction, even though he never said a word. (He was deaf.) When DD needed a straw, since AK doesn't allow plastic straws, he gave her a reusable plastic cup with straw attatched. I think of him whenever she uses the cup.
Or Arsinio, from Puerto Rico, a gentleman who scrubbed the deck around the pool every morning at our resort, making sure the chairs and tables were clean for the day. Every morning as we left our room, he would call out "good morning , Princess" to my daughter. I gotta say, it just made my day.
Or Deanna, a manager at the resort we were staying at, who helped us out at a very difficult time, turning a tragedy into a special memory.
Or the CM who gave DD a balloon, as we were waiting for the parade. The interaction was so brief and quick I didn't get her name. Sorry. In turn, when DD was finished with the balloon, she passed it on to another child. The mother was very thrilled, and the child was happy too. As I was thinking about these memories, I was wondering if these people remembered them or us too.