I’m not going to go on and on in this post about how fabulous our trip to Washington DC was. Because really,who cares. As much as I try to read long blog posts—no matter how interesting—invariably I end up skimming the long paragraphs as I stare at the photos. Instead I’ll try to concisely articulate my thoughts as I walked around the city
I was proud to be an American as I stared up at this giant statue memorializing this great man who saved the Union.
I was proud to be an American as I read just a few of these names…wondering how their loss affected their families. And grateful that my own Dad came home.
I was proud to be an American as I stood with hundreds of others in the rotunda of the Capital…thinking about the history that is still made in this building. E Pluribus Unum! (Truly my favorite tour.)
I was proud to be an American as I watched these soldiers guard the tomb of one who is unknown. There was also something poignant about walking around a graveyard in the spring and watching the blossoms and flowers come alive again. It reminded me of He who died so these soldiers (and all others)could live again.
I was proud to be an American as I taught my children about the significance of the Supreme Court building.
I was proud to be an American as I contemplated the freedom of expression we all enjoy as I passed this church just across the street from the Supreme Court.
I was proud to be an American as I walked around the now quiet fields of Gettysburg.
I was proud to share this all with my family. God Bless America!