“happy mother’s day, erin.” *made her close her eyes til they arrived at disney land (california) parking lot and he puts a stuffed dumbo in her lap he gets out from the back.* 🐘
curiosity getting the best of erin, she discreetly spreads her fingers as soon as the car comes to a stop and catches a glimpse of her husband, hunched over the console, searching for something in the back where their son sleeps soundly in his car seat. “where’d you two take me, hm?” wondering out loud, unable to keep quiet with how giddy she is, even more now that they’ve reached their destination, would be kicking her feet if she only could. quick to press her fingers back together as the other straightens up so he doesn’t realize that she’s been peeking, erin lets out a giggle as a soft weight lands in her lap. she moves her hand away, blue eyes fluttering open, and gasps, “dumbo! oh, my goodness! axl, how’d you know?” it’s her favorite disney movie! and how she adores elephants! slender arms curling around the stuffed animal, hugging it ever so tightly. “i love this!” she leans over to kiss her husband’s lips but just as she’s a mere inch away… something outside catches her attention and she lets out a delighted squeal instead. “are we at disney?! we are! this is the best day ever!” the disneyland sign glowing against the california sky. it’s probably the best mother’s day so far. then again, she says that every year. and somehow, in the middle of the happiest place on earth, erin feels it — that dizzy, aching kind of sheer joy that only comes when you realize your life has turned into something sweeter than the girl you used to be ever dreamed of.
