The Best Part

Last Friday I took my (almost) 8 year old son, who is already "too cool" for his mom, to Disneyland. Just him and me. No siblings, no dad. It's been a long time since we've done that. What a fabulous day. The weather was perfect, and the crowds were ideal.
(Oh, and we rode The Jungle Cruise 6 times. I kid you not.)
But the best part of the whole day was that my too cool son held my hand for almost the whole day. And it was him that initiated it, not me. One time, right in the middle of the park, with people milling all around us, he grabbed me in a tight embrace and said "Thank you for bringing me here today Mom. I love you."

Who could ask for more?