I just wanted to thank you again for this weekend. I got home to a super clean house (always a plus) and lots of questions from the boys. All of a sudden my emotions caught up to me. My eyes filled with tears. And this continues to happen when I think about the love, kindness, and power I experienced this weekend.
Truth be told… I’m not really comfortable with lots of women. I doubt many would find me a Girl’s girl. I’m happy with a few strong souls. This weekend, I rode with and was hosted by those kind of souls. But also as important, I was surrounded by 500k other strong, beautiful, passionate, and powerful souls. Go on and count the marchers in other cities and countries. Add those to my list. Not to mention to touching messages filling our phones from proud family and friends. We were surrounded by strength.
Prior to this weekend, we weren’t longtime or close friends. But we shared something that I will always be grateful to have experienced next to you. For years I will remember our slow and steady steps in an unclear direction. I will remember losing you in the crowd and the excitement of seeing your faces pop up. I will remember our first battle cry that was a loud yet shrill “yay!” And I will remember our decision that a deep “FUCK YEAH!” was more appropriate. I will remember seeing families march together, sons standing shoulder to shoulder with their mothers. I will remember the faces of older women asking, “Why am I still fighting for basic rights?” I will remember the smart woman who came up with a Bathroom Number system, the woman sharing her toilet paper and the odd comfort a Porta-Potty provided. I will remember the festive after-party hosted with food, drinks, facts, family, and love. I will remember laughing through podcasts and personal stories about bathroom malfunctions. I will remember the different view points of topics, but the common thread of compassion, empathy, and strength. I will remember our conversations about our next steps.
I will remember the moment I decided this wasn’t a party or a weekend thing.
I will remember the moment I knew this was simply the Beginning.
And that I had Sisters standing strongly together to continue the mission.
Sincerely from my heart,
p.s. first set of photos found here