Cornfields & Courage

Hey family,
The sunrise spilled gold over the cornfields this morning—looked like God hit “highlight” on the whole world. Harley stuck his nose out the window and drank it in like it was fresh coffee. I felt that old ache ride shotgun (trauma doesn’t take vacations), but the peace out here is louder than the fear.

Road takeaway: Sometimes healing is just giving yourself permission to breathe where the sky is bigger than your problems. If that means driving a few extra miles to chase a sunrise, do it. The bills will wait—your soul shouldn’t have to.

Stay brave,
– AL & Harley