To everything there is a season

Last night was Relay for Life. I went into it not knowing how long I would last. I thought I would maybe go home at 2am or find a quiet nook to sleep in. But, instead, I stayed up the whole time.

I love walking along the luminaries, seeing the dedications, the pictures. There is so much hope and celebration and loss and letting go. I know a lot of people who walked the survivor lap, which is wonderful to witness. There were also a ton of silly moments, costumes, laughter. They raised over $100,000 for cancer research, something I used to be a part of. I like being on this side of it now.

If my brain wasn't so fuzzy I would wax poetic about the open, starry sky, the beautiful glow of the luminaries, the joy of a little girl dancing to Usher and the laughter that comes when you are too tired to put sentences together. I think you get the picture.