It's been a blur of early mornings and late nights. Last night, my 48 year-old body was about to collapse in protest at about 9pm of my 4th consecutive day of over 20000 Samsung measured steps. My 3 year-old daughter rested her head on my shoulder as I carried her through the Thunder Mountain ride line for the 5th consecutive time.
My feet and back and legs begged the pain to get just a little worse so they would be numb with it. Was the torture worth it?
I nudged back my daughter's head from my shoulder and asked "Katie, what was your favorite part of Disneyland? "
Her face twisted into an exaggerated contemplative expression before finally answering "Ummmm..... daddy" and giving me a big hug.

Whatever. Never mind. Worth it.