There are more words, of course, and long stories that need to be told. Unearthed stories that somehow only manage to dust themselves off and find themselves uttering, sputtering their spun tales when you yank them from the back of that closet where they were shoved all those years ago.
At the moment, though, I'm in a hotel room in the middle of nowhere in Kansas and those words which will weave into stories will have to wait. Just a little while longer.
I leave you with photos. From yesterday when we stopped for scattered joy and hugs and smiles and laughter with a dear, dear friend who I love fiercely, more than I can possibly ever properly say. This journey is filled with more blessings than I ever hoped to expect.
