I thought I knew what Hersheypark Happy meant. I thought it was:
- holding hands atop the Ferris wheel or the Kissing Tower.
- witnessing the joy of becoming watching my child become a Reese’s..
- eating ice cream any time of day.
And it kinda was all of those things, but today I discovered what a Hersheypark Happy truly looks like.
I found Isabelle sporting a Hersheypark Happy smile while the three of us spent way too much time under the sun’s hot rays in the wave pool at The Shore. Isabelle took turns holding my hands and Marc’s as we jumped the waves for well over an hour. Her face glowed beneath the sun’s rays. She giggled incessantly. Her pearly whites gleamed. She didn’t complain about the water being too cold or the pool being too crowded. Instead she grinned from ear to ear (trite, but true) as she bobbed up and down with us. At one point, when it was my turn to hold her, I asked her if she was having a good time.
“Yes!” She squealed. “I like being a kid! Did you like being a kid?”
“I did,” I replied.
I continued with an answer, but my response doesn’t matter. Watching her, seeing her have a good time, and then hearing her say she likes being a kid. Priceless.