Our Memorial Day weekend was (almost) everything you would ever want it to be. It can never be everything I want because I wish we didn’t have to have a memorial day. The weekend was spent with yard sales, furniture refinishing, painting, photography and playing, playing, playing with the boys. Never forgetting and always explaining WHY we celebrate with such quintessential American joys on what is such an important holiday.
I think Boss understands…sort of. He doesn’t understand why HE can share his toys and say he is sorry and yet adults sometimes cannot. I only explain little bits at a time. I loathe the day I have to explain 9/11. I still cannot find words.
We decided to head to the Capitol for the Memorial Day Concert and it was glorious, patriotic, awe inspiring and rip-your-heart-out sad. I must say the sight of my three (almost four) year old Boss with his hand over his heart trying to sing the National Anthem made my heart nearly burst.
There seems to be a misnomer in this country that you can’t be a liberal and a patriot at the same time and that is poppycock, just so ya know.
The concert was amazing. All 40 minutes of it before we were evacuated. Yup. It was so surreal as one they took to the stage and asked us to evacuate in an orderly manner due to extreme storms. There is a moment of disbelief when your ears hear it but your brain won’t process, especially because the weather at that point was perfect. The Capitol Police were fantastic and everyone, although grumbly, moved along peaceably and at one point I was separated from Zach and Boss and people cleared a way for me to get to them. DC people may be the rudest drivers this side of Boston but get them out of the car and manners are not dead.
By the time we got the babies in the car we were trapped in a crazy heavy rain with wind that would knock me right over! There was nothing to be done but make our way home and listen to Parliament on the radio.
I see the moon and the moon sees me. I think of Susan.
For now I am full stop in the swing of Huckleberry’s FIRST BIRTHDAY PARTY. And can someone tell me how this is possible? He. Was. Just. Born.
Am I right???
p.s. operation Learn To Use My Camera is going pretty well!