Hope

It is 11:18 Pm on Tuesday, November 4. I have just watched Obama become the presidential elect of this country. My limbs are covered in goose bumps. I have cried until no air can pass through my nose. I have watched history unfold tonight and my children know it. The excitement is everywhere and the girls cannot sleep. I finally call them into the game room where I have sat watching the elcetion coverage for the last few hours. I explain to them that Mr. Obama won the race and he is now the first brown man to be the president, or the boss, of this great country. This means Madison, McKenzie, and/or Morgan could someday be president. They can do anything they want. Of course, Madison took this to mean she didn't have to go to bed. NOT!

I am watching Barak wave to the crowd. Everyone else has left the stage. You can see the feeling all over his face. Michelle waits for him at the edge of the stage. I wonder what they said to each other when the news came in. I wonder what they whisper to each other as they embrace. I wonder what it feels like to change the world.

I am so full of hope. All the things that have been weighing on my mind have disappeared. Anything is possible. Everything is possible. I feel so proud to be an American. I feel so proud to send Obama to foreign countries to represent my family. Today is a great day. Today is a day my children will study in school. Today is the day hope came back to America and hope returned to me.