I used to think you would drive along, stop off somewhere...have some coffee...talk to the locals...move on...and that was it...onto the next exit. That was your life; moving forward...
Life is a highway...I wanna ride it all night long Go Rascal Flats...seriously cheeeeeeesssssssyyyyyy....but it's my new mantra.
Why Heather WHY?
I'll tell ya why....last year I got a little weepy around the Epilepsy Walk and it's happening again.
We have earned $1,200.00.
That's a lot of money.
From people from ALL over the world; from my family, from my friends, from people all over the world...making donations in a cyber cafe in Cambodia (Ryan, that was TOTALLY for you!) people I knew in high school, people I knew in Garmisch.
I have realized that these people you meet along the way, in your road of life, never leave and that is a good, good thing. 'Cause I'm cruising along...in my station wagon...wishing it was a turbo, convertible without a car seat....(ok, just sometimes)
But it's not.
And just when I start to wonder about this road I'm on, there you are. You pull up beside me, wave and honk your horn and it doesn't matter if I talked to you yesterday or ten years ago because suddenly we are the same path.
If only briefly.
And I am grateful.
So grateful I wonder how many batches of chocolate chip cookies I can make.
But it doesn't matter. I LOVE that you have joined this road for a little bit.
Cause if you're goin' my way, I wanna drive it all night long.
Rascal Flats baby.
Love you all.