There are a million stories I could tell about this weekend. I'm trying very hard to think of them in a cognizant way (I didn't sleep a lot and I'm pretty physically and emotionally exhausted), and I'm having trouble. I feel like I lived about twenty years in three days.
I don't have pictures yet, but I believe my dad took some that I will share when/if he downloads them off his camera. I also don't have a final count of the money I raised. I know it was over $4000, but I turned in checks on the first morning of the walk. People donated right up until the very end. Everyone was so extremely supportive and generous and I am so, so thankful.
I know it's hokey, but I think I changed this weekend. I really think I did.