I don't do well with the final night of this family vacation. This family, our entire extended family.
I am a little clingy.
I would make for a terrible girlfriend.
I hold on to every single moment as if I will never see it the same again. It is a heightened experience, both beautiful and sad. And with every year, I suffocate every minute because I don't know if the final night will be the same next year or the year after. Because I know it won't. I have learned that. So I hug it like I will never see it again and I hold on just a little longer than I should because I am the clingy girlfriend. I know a beautiful thing when I see it. Besides, Ophelia agrees with me wholeheartedly. I mean, she IS my child.