We stand out in the parking lot as the sounds of Keith Urban float out of the open car door windows and on to the Floridian breeze. You take my hand and press it against your chest… and we dance. You bury your face in my neck and the scruff of your two day beard presses against my cheek, as you rest your arm around the small of my back and pull me in a little closer. Like you don’t ever want to let me go. And we sway. Between the yellow lines of a La Quinta parking lot… we sway. We sway and you whisper, “I still love going on adventures with you.”
We sit in the car as the miles blur by, and you drive and drive while I slip in and out of sleep. Through blurry blinking eyes, the billboards turn into streaks of platinum that light up the inky indigo night. And it all starts to feel very much like a dream. You hold my hand in the middle, and you drive on. Driving, always driving, in the direction of my dreams.
We stand out beneath a starry Texas sky and somehow the world just seems bigger. Like there’s room to breathe. Room to stretch. Room to reach up toward heaven and steal away one of those stars. I stare up at the blanket above me as far as my eyes can reach, but somehow I know you’re standing beside me. You take my hand and give it a squeeze just to let me know that you’ll always be right there. Standing beside me. Dreaming bigger dreams with me beneath a Lonestar sky.
J, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for standing beside me for six hours at a time only to get in the car to drive six more. Thank you for bringing me tea & honey when my voice starts to fail and thank you for being my voice when I’ve lost my way on mine. Thank you for laughing at my bad jokes even when you’re the only one in the room, and for looking at me like I could do anything. Thank you for smiling quietly while I dream bigger dreams and for always doing the hard work to get us there.
Someday when we’re little old wrinkly people, I will stand out in a driveway with you and dance beneath the stars of an indigo sky. Your soft cheek will press into mine and we’ll sway together, and I’ll hold on to you like I never want to let go. And somewhere in the quiet of together I will whisper, “I still love going on adventures with you.”