2 more weeks...
My heart feels sore.
This weekend has been one hell of a ride.
I feel emotionally drained, but at the same time, like I still need to talk.
I think that might mean that I'm a freak.
Today Lora and I cartwheeled across 3 and a half acres of land from the river to my Aunt Cherie's house. No steps in between. And my great-grandmother cried when we sang happy birthday to her. It's amazing how something as simple and understood as singing on your birthday can touch someone's heart the way it did today. I could see the joy in her eyes and the happiness in her tears. I cried a little bit, too.
Speaking of crying...
So much has happened.
Last night.
We might have lost each other a couple times at first... whether that be purposely or accidentally...
But I found my place. When you needed me most. Right next to you. And I never moved.
I know where I belong.
Please, don't ever leave my side again.