He was at the door.
We drove hours (traffic not so fun) to our nation’s capital.
My husband was running a marathon.
26.2 miles.
Crazy!
In my heart I was nervous, but I couldn’t wait to share this journey with him.
We talked, laughed, and arrived in the city. It was pouring rain. Not what I had anticipated to pick up his materials at the North Face Store for the race, but embracing and adapting to change is fun and exciting.
On the way, we found a cupcake shop.
Then set out to find the Lincoln Memorial with our umbrellas in the rain.
The memories of that night I will treasure for years to come.
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I had a blast honey!