If we saw them everyday or even once a week, we could pace ourselves.
We could satisfy our hearts by little hugs and kisses, games, and outings, all the while demonstrating a bit of restraint.
But as it is, a visit every month or so leaves us no choice.
We are forced to gorge ourselves as if at an all you can eat buffet. Attaching ourselves to a part of their bodies for the duration of their visit. Demanding attention.
Filling ourselves up to the tippity top, hoping that if we make the most of this visit IT will last another month until we see them again.
It never does.