I’ve been flu-ey all weekend…and I’m still moving slow and taking lots of breaks as I get back on my feet. Last night, after taking my dose of NyQuil (LOVE that stuff), I lay in bed thinking about the day we took the boys to see Thomas. It was three years ago…and it still ranks as one of my best days. Day Out With Thomas is gimmicky and expensive and a lot of hassle for a ten minute train ride. But, it managed to make some magic for me that I’m sure I will always remember.
Let me set the scene: Isaac was 2, Andrew was 5. We drove down to Pennsylvania with tickets in hand for Day Out With Thomas. As we approached the tented event area, we could see Thomas and his thick black smoke puffing up and down the track, so we pulled the car over to show the boys. Andrew was excited, but Isaac didn’t notice him. Didn’t know what the fuss what about and wouldn’t look where we were pointing.
So we parked, went in, and waited in a large group for our turn on the train. Thomas had already pulled into the station and we were trying and trying to show Isaac that we were here to see Thomas! Look! There is Thomas! But he wasn’t getting it. We got right up close to the train, and it started backing down the track. And so I got into position and waited for Isaac to notice.
And then he looked up.
It was only five seconds, and I was teary eyed behind the camera as I held down the shutter button…but I knew that it was pure magic. It just doesn’t get better than this. :)