Obama...

It is 1:30am, the day after the election, and I am trying to absorb the fact that we as a country have elected the first black president. I can't imagine that the magnitude of what this moment means to me has quite penetrated my soul yet. I have cried, laughed, cried and then laughed again, all representative of the realm of my emotions. I think about my ancestors and try to imagine what this moment means for them. The vindication, healing and faith it must represent. I don't think I can fathom it, but I honor their sacrifice with this victory.

My son had gone to bed, but was not quite asleep yet. When he heard my scream announcing Obama's win, he ran into my room to see the results for himself. He immediately ran downstairs to grab two wine glasses and the sparkling cider so that we could toast. I'm not sure if he was excited about the moment or the opportunity to drink sparkling cider from a wine glass, but whatever the case, how significant to be celebrating this moment with him. This is the kid that almost took me out of here during his birth. Now, here I am, celebrating the election of the first black president with him. Yes Jumaane, you too can be president. I could tell it was uncomfortable for him to see me crying, but at the same time I sensed his happiness and I think I felt him contemplate what this truly represented on a larger scale.

I imagine if God allows me to wake in the morning, I and the world won't be the same. Something has shifted in the Universe and I think it is a monumental step in the right direction for mankind. Thank you Obama for dreaming big, America for supporting the dream, and the world for embracing the possibility that we could all live in peace.

Take care of yourself and one another,
Flabbergasted,
Marine