My Sweet Girl,
One of my most cherished memories is our trip to Disneyland for your third birthday. It was just you, your mom, Papa, and me, and seeing Disneyland through your little eyes made it one of the most magical days of my life.
I remember how excited you were for the Tea Cups. You had been talking about them for weeks, watching YouTube videos, convinced they would be your favorite. And when we finally climbed into our teacup, you laughed and squealed as we spun, your eyes shining with pure joy. I wished I could freeze that moment and hold onto it forever.
Then there was It’s a Small World. We rode it once earlier in the day, then moved on to other rides, ate some food, and soaked up all the fun. But you kept asking to go again. When Papa and your mom wanted to ride something you weren’t tall enough for, I saw my chance. “Let’s go!” I told you, and your little face lit up. So off we went, just the two of us, back to your favorite ride. And once wasn’t enough—we got off, got right back in line, and rode it again. And again. Maybe three or four times in a row! You were absolutely mesmerized, soaking in every little detail like it was the first time.
And oh, my brave girl—I’ll never forget you on Pirates of the Caribbean. When we reached that little drop in the dark, most kids your age might have clung to my arm. But not you. You threw your hands up, fearless and free, ready for adventure. It was the cutest thing, and I was so proud of you.
At the end of the night, we watched the Halloween laser show, the lights dancing across the sky, music filling the air. You sat on Papa’s shoulders, completely mesmerized. And then, just like that, the excitement of the day finally caught up with you. I looked up and saw you fast asleep, your tiny body resting so trustingly against him. It was the sweetest sight, a perfect ending to a perfect day.
I hope we get to go back together one day. And when we do, I promise you this—I will ride whatever ride you want, as many times as you want, just to see that joy on your face again.
I love you endlessly,
Nana




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