Driving past the National Cathedral, circa 1998:
Me: “You know who got married at the cathedral?”
Jordan: “Who?”
Me: “My parents.”
Jordan: “Oh.”
Driving past the National Cathedral, every time since then:
Me: “You know who got married at the cathedral?”
Jordan: “Yes.”
(Thanks to Kate for the photo.)
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We know too! The muralist and the eagle