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absorb what this really means - on so many levels. I want to write a meaningful letters to my daughters - like real letters using paper, ink, envelopes and stamps - because I want to give them something that they can read and remember in honor of this moment, this day.
I want to cry tears of joy - and I have been... makes me feel foolish until I realize how much this means to me - even if Obama isn't the great leader I think he will be. I am moved beyond anything I could have imagined, and it all started (for me) on January 3rd 2008. I cannot watch the beginning of Obama's Iowa victory speech with dry eyes:
"They said..."
Oh man, I can't even write it out if I want to remain composed. : ) The night was particularly special for me because I watched it with my then 73 year old mother (a Wellesley grad, like Hillary Clinton) who was far more politically astute than I ever knew. His speech sent chills down both our spines that cold night. I don't know if either of us had ever even seen him before... I learned as much about my mother as I did about Obama that night. I knew and respected her intellect, but it was a gift to learn something new about her that night. I will never forget it.
I really wish I was in DC in person - with my children and my mother... but I'm not.
I don't think I've felt the power and significance of being alive an present for a day in history (other than the birth of my children, which - sorry Obama, you can't hold a candle to either of those days) in my life. I was an infant when Kennedy was assassinated, and very young when we landed on the moon.
This is so much bigger - to me - than I really am able to grasp as of yet...
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