Swimming in the deep end of life

I love the Ocean. I always have. When I was a little girl I used to spend all day every day every summer swimming and pretending I was either a mermaid or a shark. I love them both equally. The more my arms and legs stopped working the more my love for mermaids grew. I liked to think that I was just a land-locked mermaid and not a disabled woman. Isn't that thought more fun?

Last weekend my husband took me to the "Bubble Ball" at a mermaid convention in our town. Who even knew there was such a thing? You had to come dressed as either a mermaid or a pirate. I was thinking "What's there to do at a 'ball' in a wheelchair?" Turns out tons of stuff!

Me being me I had to dress as a "Princess, mermaid, fairy, shark" and not just a mermaid. "Where's the shark?" You might be thinking? I have 5 gills on my neck. Hehehe.

My husband was "Mr. Smee" from Peter Pan. Smart guy that he is he picked a comfy outfit in the sweltering heat. 

There was a magician who was amazing and looked a lot like "Captain Jack Sparrow" from the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. 

There were games, photo booths, tarot card readings, magic, stage shows and all kinds of fun to be had. I did get a little bit of chair dancing on at the end too. We had a fantastic time. I'm glad I didn't let my hesitation of "going to a dance in a wheelchair" get in the way of me letting my inner mermaid (princess, fairy, shark) shine!