for miles...

I can't believe the road that life takes us on sometimes... such a long and colorful journey. 

My amazing husband drove me (exactly) 1,197 miles this weekend. I called him at work and said we needed to drive to Tennessee, my family needed me, and without another thought we packed the car and drove off... 

I feel like I'm caught in that empty state, in between dreaming and waking.... where everything is a bit hazy. I faced a few demons this weekend... and that's never fun. When Andrew and I first met I sarcastically told him to run... I unveiled my disease and explained that life would not be a dream with me. He laughed (literally) and then in his deep, calming voice said "I disagree". He wrote a note and put it inside my suitcase (I found it a few days later) that said "life with me means you never have to fight alone... that's my dream". There is a naked honesty that happens between friends (yes, he is my friend). Somewhere between laughing until your sides ache and cheeks smeared with tears. I feel like I chase truth like some elusive butterfly in and open and darkened filed. Life is so full of convenient lies that fabricate the harshness. Truth that lies in a world of beauty doesn't exist... but I'll fight for it at any cost...