Even though time is getting short on us, I refuse a ride and instead, holding Dan’s hand, the two of us walk down to the visitor center. “Nice weather,” he says a couple of times. It is. The crisp fall air fills my lungs with what strikes me as the refreshing touch from the Almighty […]

A week later, after making my second trip to Washington DC, I stand at the top of the steps above the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, overlooking this portion of Arlington Cemetery. Next to me, Dan shifts his weight to lean closer. He pats my back to express what he won’t say. Keep it together. […]

“Guess Candice knows what she speaks of,” I tell Dan. Having told the kids to scoot back in the house, and after settling down the dogs, Dan and I are standing on the porch, letting them cameras with long telephoto lenses get a solid bead on us. “I count four,” he says, referring to the […]