Our ride dropped us off to enjoy the rest of the night. He surprised me with a dessert-and-wine reservation for Valentine’s Day. Following the ceremony, I figured we would rest before our flight the next morning, but Michael had other plans. Each time, I breathed a sigh of relief and returned to my seat. While there, I remembered that my monthly visitor was due and I excused myself to use the restroom several times throughout the night, paranoid I might find a red stain on the back of my dress. I remember feeling annoyed with myself that evening-in a rushed week filled with commitments, I’d packed an off-white dress to wear to the event. We’d traveled there for the Frederick Douglass 200 Awards Gala, held in the Library of Congress.
On February 14, 2019, my husband, Michael, and I were in Washington, D.C. Our mothers were the flames and we were the blaze.
Our mothers were the embers and we were the sparks. Our mothers were the ashes and we were the light.
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