Life is a Highway…

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.