So why does it feel really, really good when I hear the faint sounds of sirens at night in DC, while I'm putting stuff away and finding a home for all my worldly possessions, that I smile a little about hearing sirens?

I watch the State of the Union and think, "it's going on just a few short blocks away from me" - how cool is that?

I drive to the Virginia suburbs..hey, I don't even need to get on a plane, and I hold my granddaughter and just smell her wonderful baby breath and feel her sweet newborn skin! And then, I get to walk to pick up C and see her delight that I have my doggies nearby.

So I come home, and spend some time unpacking just a few more boxes. And then, I think, this is the best time of my life.