A Spring of Joy

In liberty.

We walked through the home of our nation’s first president on Wednesday night. Dinner at Mt. Vernon followed by a candlelit tour of the home. It was Brian’s company Christmas party, and we drove up, leaving the children in my parents’ capable hands, to spend two days in DC.

I cannot begin to tell you the sense of awe that fills me every time I see the Washington Monument rising up over the Potomac River. We drove through the parkway to the airport to pick up Monica. Yes, my Monica, who works with Brian (telecommuting from too far away!). Spending a blissful less than 24 hours together only added joy.

As we toured Mt. Vernon, I couldn’t shake the goosebumps. To stand in George Washington’s private study. To see his presidential chair. To hear of his love for family and home, but of his heart for his country. To see the key to the Bastille hanging on the wall, a gift from the Marquis de Lafayette. A symbol of liberty.

We are so very, very blessed.

I hope I shall possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what I consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an honest man. ~George Washington