Last Breakfast on the Wonder: When Cruise Friends Become Real Friends

I woke up on the last morning of our Disney Wonder cruise with that familiar sinking feeling in my stomach. You know the one—that hollow dread you get when you realize something good is ending. My husband was already up, and I could hear him on the cabin's balcony, probably nursing his coffee while watching the port come into view. We were pulling into Port Canaveral in a few hours, and our magical seven-day voyage was officially over. I lay in bed for an extra five minutes, scrolling through my phone. My photos folder was absolutely bloated with memories from the past week—pirate nights where my eleven-year-old daughter had dressed up in full costume, Broadway-quality shows in the Walt Disney Theatre, sunrise walks around the Promenade Deck, and about a million pictures of my family with various Disney characters. But the photos that made me smile the most weren't the official ones. They were the candid shots of people I'd met and somehow, inexplicably, grown close to. When I got to Parrot Cay for breakfast, I immediately spotted them at our usual table by the window. Sarah and Mike were already there with their two kids, saving seats as they always did. Sarah was mid-conversatio…