I took this picture during Pituchi’s first Disney World trip. She had recently turned one and at the last minute we decided to stay in Disney for two nights and take her to Magic Kingdom during our short family trip to Orlando.
I knew she didn’t know any better. I knew she wasn’t going to remember anything. I knew she was going to be a handful because walking (more like speed walking) had become her favorite sport.
We didn’t know how she was going to be around the characters, the rides, the over stimulation or even the crowds.
But the moment we reached Main Street and she caught sight of the Christmas tree, I swear my daughter’s eyes lit up. And they stayed that way as she took in every detail the Magic Kingdom had to offer.
After a few hours, she began to grow antsy and we knew she wanted to run around. We walked over to the entrance where there was space and a quick getaway in case she got cranky. An interesting strategy, I know.
As soon as we reached the Christmas tree, I saw Pluto and realized Pituchi hadn’t taken any pictures with the main characters of Disney. I yelled at my husband while he chased our daughter around and told him I was going to make the line.
For the record, by some miracle, the line consisted of 5 people. 5 people!!!! That’s almost unheard of in Magic Kingdom and an opportunity I wasn’t about to miss.
When my turn came, my husband grabbed Pituchi and ran towards Pluto. She protested as he interrupted her version of fun, but immediately stopped and stared at this giant dog looking back at her. I silently prayed for a decent picture, hoping she wouldn’t start crying in front of him.
Instead, as soon as my daughter’s feet touched the ground, she looked up at Pluto and observed him for a minute. Once she evaluated he seemed pretty decent, she started waddling in circles around him, perhaps thinking he would chase her like daddy did. The photographer taking the photos was trying to capture a decent shot where they both looked at the camera, and while I probably should have taken pictures in that moment or yell at her to look at me…I didn’t.
I froze. The camera was sitting in my hand and I simply watched my daughter. Watched her giggle when she caught sight of Pluto’s tongue or when her father kept blocking her means of escape.
Her light brown hair turning a slight golden color each time it touched the gleaming Florida sun. I watched her cute little diaper bottom waddle in the new boots she got for her birthday…and the quick mischievous look she gave me as Pluto chased her.
And just like that, my daughter stopped running once she noticed Cinderella’s castle in the distance. As Pluto held the same position as her, I crouched down and snapped the picture.
This moment is precious to me. It’s special. Timeless. Perfect.
It captures my beautiful little one for the first time in the most magical place on earth. But maybe, just maybe…in this particular moment, it wasn’t Disney World that made it magical.
It was our Pituchi.
Thank you for continuosly granting us amazing moments, my daughter. Daddy and I cherish them always.