Road Trip Success

Carter got home tonight after her exciting weekend at the Women’s march. She gave me the whole download on getting from my sister’s by the Cathedral to the Mall. Talking about the great camaraderie of the women on the city bus and the metro.  
She loved a group of sixty five year old women she and Campbell met at the March who were college friends and came from all over to March together. They had a wall they were able to sit on and they rotated among their group getting to sit down. They put Carter and Campbell into their sitting rotation which was very generous of them. At one point one of them was trying to open a bag of trail mix and Carter helped her do that, so she gave Carter a handful of mix. Carter said it was that way all day. People were generally so nice and supportive. She said the speakers were good, but the actual March was the best. She showed me pictures of all the signs people left by the metro stops. It was a sea of clever and touching posters.
I am most appreciative of my sister Margaret who was so nice to have the girls stay with her. She texted me this morning saying that Carter and any of her friends are welcome anytime to visit. I think now that Carter has mastered the road trip she is going to be going again.
After leaving Margaret’s, Carter and Campbell went to meet up for coffee with Carter’s Godfather, David, my oldest Washington friend. Afterwards David sent me a picture of he and Carter together saying, “I realized she is just a few years younger than you were when we first met.” I told him she is just five years younger. How can this be?
When Carter got home she wanted to look at old pictures of my Washington days. Since both David and I were usually the photographer, most of the pictures have either, but not both of us in the shot. I did find this one picture of us from an Easter visit to the Cathedral. That has to be the explanation for my hat. It also was the early eighties so there is no accounting for the outfits.

I am just so thankful for my Washington crowd for taking such good care of my baby as she gets her first taste of activism. I’m glad she is back home safe and sound with me, but know she can handle going out into the big world alone.