Preparations

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.