i'm going to nashville for the weekend. i'm bringing my cowgirl boots, my accent, and my plaid. i'm not bringing any memories, any baggage, and certainly leaving my heartache at home. i need a weekend to completely let my hair down, unwind, and have just a brief second where i can breathe and forget about my life.

eventually i will have to let this all fade behind me, but i'm not ready to let go just yet. i know it will all still be here when i get back, so this weekend i plan on drinking an outrageous amount, smiling, and making some bad decisions.

i love you little brother, and i'll always be here when you finally come home to us. i still believe in you and love you more than you could ever imagine possible.