After five hours and forty minutes of driving, I'm happily in Washington again. The Traveler and I spoke at 4:00 this afternoon when he had just arrived.
I e-mailed him today with lots of options. In the morning we'll catch up with each other and begin our day with some time at Arlington National Cemetery.
I'm always thrilled to drive into the Washington Metropolitan Area. It's an especially meaningful trek on Memorial Day weekend. I was patriotic long before I met John. Our ten year relationship, his job at the Pentagon, his devotion to his country—it all rubbed off on me. Singing the national anthem causes my voice to break and my eyes to well up with tears. Seeing flags flying makes me feel proud.
I honor the motorcyclists and veterans who have made their way here this weekend to honor their brothers and sisters who have given their lives in service to this country.
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