I don't want to be a stayer -- you know the gal at the party who is the very last to leave. Yet there are times when it all feels so fun and good that I don't want to go. Like ever. Like I want to bare-knuckle grip this moment so that it never ends.
But of course it does. No matter how tight I'm holding the kids start crying and the wine runs out and the sink fills with dirty dishes and the moment shifts into something new.