The moment we heard about the Women’s March on Washington, my best friend Nikki and I booked our tickets to join in.
We flew down to DC from Bradley International Airport in Connecticut and to no one’s surprise, the gate was filled with other like-minded women.
You saw lots of mothers and daughters, grandmothers and sisters and it wasn’t JUST women. There were plenty of men there, including my 14 year old son, Xander.
The Metro was PACKED to the gills. The day’s 1,001,613 trips are second only to President Obama’s 2009 Inauguration!
Everyone got into the spirit of the day, even the Metro Station Manager who encouraged marchers through his bullhorn.
It was overwhelming walking in the footsteps of others who’ve marched the same path in years gone by.
My friend and co-worker Bill Sencio was in the crowd with his crew. Now his friends are our friends too!
The signs, oh the signs were fantastic!
Not to mention incredible speakers and performers.
There were Trump supporters there and they were welcomed with open arms. No one complained. No one got hurt. There were no arrests.
The whole day was surreal.
In fact, the event eventually had to be cancelled due to too many participants.
Would we do it again? Absolutely!
It was a day of happiness and hope and joy and laughter, and it made me realize there’s nothing we can’t do if we simply follow our hearts.