Traumatized by the worst sleepless night in years (you're welcome for the free birth control, Jay and Carrie) we decide to cut our little DC trip short and race what seems to be turning into the flu back to Jersey. On our way out we stop at the FDR monument, one of mommy's favorite spots in the world, for a moment of grace. Years ago I ran around with Zach here and dreamed about visiting with my own kids one day. Who knew then how every little pain of hers would crack me open and suddenly the equation where I drove from DC to NJ and then went back to DC on the train the following day so she could sleep in her own bed would add up right.
