I have a confession to make.
Hearing the blow-by-blow of anyone's vacation (including my own) bores me. "We went there, and then we did this. Then we had that for dinner, then we did this." I don't like what this says about my own curiosity, attention span, or social skills, but there you have it.
So I won't do that to you, but I'll throw out a few (possible) profoundities. Sigh. You know me too well.
Mostly what I have to say is that every day with the people I love is precious. There might be moments of boredom or drama. There might be miscommunications or dashed expectations. I might come off looking like a jerk and then have the next 4 days, stuck on a dock together, to wish I was kinder and gentler and more zen.
But at the end of my life, I won't wish I had worked more. I won't wish I had said "no" to snuggling with my dog, swimming with my children, or dropping everything to see a movie with a friend. I won't wish I had been right more often. *&%$! That's always my problem. To hell with being right. I'll wish I had been more present. For the last 5 days, I have been. And I'm high off it. Lots of love to my Kangas/Walker family.