the week that was...

our feet prepared to climb and adventure along the edge of the earth, our path mapped out by the grids in stone. as we set forth and made our way into isolation together, we frolicked with puff the magic dragon and marveled at the power of the ocean. we got to hold hands and laugh, and we watched our friend smile widely at the secrets we shared.

i danced with my dude on tall rocks, stood behind a waterfall and felt the cooling mist as the rushing sounds soothed and calmed my brain. the trees called out to us as we hiked nearly seven miles, enjoying the color and splendor of the mountain. somehow nature always seems intent on giving me what i need, even when i think i don't deserve it.

we embraced new friends and blogged for fovc, in honor of a special little boy that is coming home soon. we spread the word far and wide (as well as asking friends to forward on!), and donated once again to our favorite grassroots organization. sometimes it seems as though we have nothing more to give, yet it felt good to stretch and dig deep, sharing with others who are truly without. thank you to our friends who tweeted and facebooked the word with us! yes, i know i used that as a verb... meh.

we had some serious conversations. we had some tears and sorrow. we danced in the middle of the garage, ate dinner at midnight, and talked for hours. i look at my face in photos and through all the heartbreak we've been through, i do believe i'm still laughing more than i'm crying, and i have the telltale laugh lines to prove it. so there. i guess it's true, everything is gonna be alright.