It was Chelsea's first trip to DC, my third.
But even though it was her first trip, she was a way-cool eighth-grader. Way too cool to be excited over the stuff we saw. YAWNED at the Air&Space Museum, Reservoir, White House Tour (and this was after 9/11...tours were hard to come by). She showed mild excitement when Marine One lifted off with the President inside.
But that was it. I figured I was doomed to be the only one excited on this trip. Then we visited the Lincoln Memorial. Taking pictures, acting like tourists, and suddenly, Chelsea is FREAKING OUT.
'MOMMY, Look at this, is this it, is this where he stood?!'
Then, I start freaking out.
How is it that in the times I'd visited before, I missed that stone?
I got it then. Chelsea had been saving her excitement for the big things. This qualified.
I don't know how long we stood there, looking out over the Reflecting Pool, thinking about MLK, having a dream, and the man, and movement, who changed all our lives for the better.
You can find Martin Luther King, Jr's 'I Have A Dream' speech here...