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The old man and I took a short weekend trip last weekend to D.C. We had a marvelous time! We did the touristy thing and visited the Smithsonian, walking from building to building. We even walked right through the middle of a protest! Good times.

My husband and I are country mice by now, living in the 'burbs, surrounded by lots of grass and nothingness. We have really missed the city. We were born and raised in big cities and all we knew were planes roaring overheard every now and again, ambulances shrieking down the street, hearing city buses whizzing by, and sounds of the Fourth of July in October (gunshots, man...). At dinner, we actually felt our age, for once! We were mingling amongst the beautiful people, laughing, and enjoying each other. We're in love, but we never get to dwell on that for long because we're always so busy making sure the family is in order.

This past weekend reminded us of two things that we hadn't forgotten, but things that were just in the background of the hustle and bustle of everyday life. One of those things is our friendship. We've always been fast friends and we've always had a lot of fun together. The second part of the forgotten which was really renewed and refreshed is our

Commitment: n. The state of being bound emotionally or intellectually to a course of action or to another person or persons: a deep commitment to liberal policies; a profound commitment to the family.

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