|The drive to Stafford, VA|
We finally made it to Union Station and stood in the expansive lobby for a minute or two to take in the warmth and catch our breath. Knowing the roads were getting more dangerous by the minute, we needed to get moving or be stranded in D.C. indefinitely. I braced myself for another five-hour drive (normal time was forty-five minutes), but road crews were all over the place, trying to get salt put down. It did take us longer than usual, but we only slid a few times and made it home before dark, praise God. We were greeted by Jeff and three precious furbabies – Winston, Jacob, and Reba, reminding me of how much I missed my own husband and critters. Exhausted by the day’s events and drive, it didn’t take long to retire for the night. How nice it was to have quiet, cool room to sleep in.
|My poor toe!|
|"Sis" and "Bro"|
Sharon and Jeff
With minutes to spare, I located the nearest gift shop. I snagged some t-shirts and coffee cups, paid the bill and rushed to my gate. From a distance, a voice bellowed…. “Ma’am! Ma’am!”. I ignored it, but as it got closer, I turned around. A woman panted, “Did you just leave the gift shop?” I nodded. “You left your wallet.” I looked into my purse and my heart sank. She sprinted with me back to the shop and yes, indeed, it was mine. I thanked her and the clerk a gazillion times before sprinting back to the gate where the plane was boarding. WHEW!
The flight to San Francisco was uneventful (thank God) and I was able to stretch out a little due to an empty seat between another passenger and me. In fact, we gave each other a thumb’s up as the plane pulled back. The three-hour layover in San Francisco gave me adequate time to go outside for fresh air and pick up a loaf of sourdough bread (my husband’s favorite). I chose to sit outside (sans jacket), bask in the warm sun, read a little and enjoy an iced coffee. All was right with the world. Of course, going back through security resulted in another pat-down with that darned shirt.
That’s it, folks … I boarded the flight to San Diego and was met by my loving husband. My dogs jumped all over me when I walked in the door but gave me a betrayed look after taking a few whiffs of my jeans ... bearing the scent of Winston, Jacob and Reba.
I want to take a few moments to share a few thoughts on the March.
First off, according to mainstream media, a “small” group braved the blizzard. Below is a picture of the small group:
Secondly, I want to comment on the number of young people who participated. Although I don’t know the percentage of youth vs. adults, it would suffice to say the term pro-life generation is right on target.
Last, but not least, many had to turn around and miss the March and though disappointed, they should know we felt their presence. Others were stranded in D.C. and on highways after the March including some of my friends from Silent No More. I want to thank God for getting everyone home safely.