I am grateful for the memory of the 4th of July, 2005. That summer, I lived in Washington DC, where I was doing a clerkship with Bread for the City. Kenny and I had just started dating that spring, but had already made plans to spend our respective summers on opposite sides of the country. But Kenny was able to fly out to DC and visit me during the 4th of July weekend. The evening of the 4th, we went down to the National Mall - there was a live band playing patriotic songs and an amazing fireworks show, with the nation's most iconic memorials in the background. It was one of those evenings where everything feels perfect, like you're in a movie - young, in love, in the nation's capitol for this patriotic event. And as you get older, you realize how rare these perfect, magical moments are, and it fills you with gratitude for every chance you have to experience a night like this.
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