We lose hours in conversation, in the rhythm of words and ideas, in the overflow of too much to say in too little time. We talk about concertos, and we talk about Amy Adams singing "Happy Working Song" (and then we sing it in the car, right there in the parking lot, and laugh and laugh and laugh).
When the day is long in cold New England you are on Skype, in your room in sunny Santa Barbara, and somehow love moves between the millions of transition lines and megabytes to keep us journeying together. Because somehow, when I stepped off that plane in the airport and you came running towards me in your blue and white striped sundress I dropped my bags and grabbed you in a huge bear hug because you are that - the best hug after many weeks of being apart, and the laughter written large in our hearts and the understanding, the trust, the joy you help me scrawl into my life in bright crayola crayon colors.
|(Photo Credit: Hannah Cochran)|
So I'm leaning over to give you a hug, and say thank you. For 2,664 miles of Skype hugs and soft words, for praying and encouraging, for knowing the questions to ask and the jokes to tell. For 2,664 miles of surprise packages and phone calls and building a friendship that spans the country and snuggles me safe into your heart. Thank you, for the 2,664 miles of love.