Better than a thousand words
We hopped across the pond to see my family for Easter. I normally don’t get home in the spring so it was very important that we see the cherry blossoms in Washington DC this time.
I thought going to see the trees at 8 am on a Sunday morning would be a great idea. Surely there wouldn’t be a crowd.
I was wrong.
Not only were there thousands of people, but Scott was in a bad mood after having to wake up so early on his vacation. My dad–frustrated with the bumper-to-bumper traffic–dropped us off on Independence Avenue and we dodged cars as we crossed over to the Tidal Basin.
As my dad circled the monuments, we positioned ourselves in the best spot possible and smiled pretty for my mom, who kindly agreed to play photographer. Because of the constant flow of people behind us, my mom stood ready with her finger firmly on the shutter button of my iPhone. We now have a frame by frame record of our morning at the cherry blossoms.
Sigh. Maybe next spring.
I asked Scott if I could look through the photos he had taken on his phone. He had been snapping away so I thought he might have some pics of my mom and me or just some photos of the gorgeous cherry blossoms.
This is what I found.
Well, he did get the cherry blossoms in there. I’ll give him that.