Almost 13 years ago, I travelled to Washington D.C. for the first time to visit my oldest brother and his wife. It was on that trip that I met an LDS missionary from Corona, California serving in my brother's ward. I had to deliver some candles to the missionaries apartment when the electricity went out. Mike stood on the curb in a hawaiian shirt, board shorts and flip flops looking nothing like a missionary when we drove up to deliver the candles. I drooled all the way back to my brother's apartment feeling terrible that I even had thoughts about a missionary being so handsome. About a month later, I got a letter from my husband as he headed home to California after completing his mission. Once I got over being furious at my brother for giving Mike my address, I finally wrote him back. Because of my husband's persistence we eventually went out on a date as he drove the nine hours to take me to an Air Force/BYU football game.
Here we are today, four kids later, in the city that started this wonderful ride:
The Vietnam memorial:
At the tidal basin during the Cherry Blossom Festival:
Martin Luther King memorial:
George Washington memorial from the tidal basin:
At the Jefferson Memorial:
At the D.C. LDS temple. (Note: 13 years ago, I didn't get to go because I had forgotten my temple recommend which is what allows an LDS church member to get inside.)
Riding bikes along the Potomac River:
Tomorrow we head home. Mike's parents so graciously have watched the kids while we have been away. They have sure kept the kids busy going bowling, the movies, shopping, making and decorating cookies. I am terribly grateful the kids have been in such good hands! Mike and I have enjoyed being together, sleeping in and exploring the city that has brought us together. But I'm looking forward to squeezing the kids tomorrow and tucking them in personally at night.
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