Six weeks is way longer than my husband and I have ever been apart, and we have only just begun. One thing this situation is giving me is a greater respect and awe for military families. Soldiers go overseas for sometimes up to 18 months at a time, and are not always able to speak to their families everyday on the phone. And, their spouses have to deal with the wrenching awareness that they may never see their loved ones again…their soldier spouses may end up giving the ultimate sacrifice. The separation my husband and I are currently enduring, though several months and no fun indeed, is still short term compared to what military families go through, and I’m able to talk with my hubby every day on the phone. Not only that, but since he’s stateside, we can arrange an actual rendez-vous here and there.
Washington, D.C. was a natural choice for last weekend’s meet-up…what better place to spend the 4th of July than in our nation’s capital? And after all, Virginia is for lovers.
We spent our nights in Virginia (the first two in Arlington, just across the river from Georgetown, and the the third in Springfield with friends), and our days wandering around D.C. and surrounding areas. We had no formal plans and just made things up as we went along. I don’t think we have ever had such a carefree time together…well, since our honeymoon. It was WONDERFUL (a huge thanks to the paternal grandparents for taking the kids)!
The weather was PERFECT. For a weekend in July, I was stunned and pleased at the shocking lack of heat and humidity. The last time I was in D.C. (over a decade ago), I specifically remember how horribly muggy it was and how my clothes were just sticking to me as I walked in and out of the Smithsonian and around the National Mall. Not so this time. But what the weather provided for in pleasure, my feet made up for in pain. Too much walking in shoes not made for walking (admittedly, I chose style over comfort), and I had multiple blisters forming early on…which made me very grateful for the reflecting pool in front of the Capitol building, where many pairs of weary feet were finding some cool relief. The first thing that came to my mind when it came into view was the famous scene in Forest Gump when Jenny wades through the water to meet Forest at the anti-war rally. I couldn’t believe that my husband couldn’t recall that scene, even when I reminded him of it.
A young man approached us North of the Capitol and asked my husband to take a picture of him in front of it. My hubby kindly obliged, then we asked if he would return the favor. Apparently this guy hasn’t had much experience with cameras, or I suppose he may just not have realized that we, too, wanted the Capitol in the background…or my husband’s head. Fortunately, we found another person with better photography skills to take the picture correctly.
My husband, an attorney and passionate lover of the law…as well as an avid follower of SCOTUS, was thrilled to see the U.S. Supreme Court. As for the maxim inscribed on the building, Equal Justice Under Law, he noted that though in reality some people are a little more equal than others, it is still a good principle in theory.