(reposted from elsewhere)
You turned 8 weeks old on quite a momentous day – Election Day 2008. Your father and I voted, as we have in the past two elections, but this one was different. It wasn’t just that the guy who won happens to be half black, or that he is a Democrat, or even that his election triggered massive celebrations in the streets all over the country, and even the globe.
It was that we voted with your future foremost in our minds.
I was brought to tears as we watched the news coverage of the crowds cheering in Times Square and Grant Park, but mostly because I was hugging your father, with you in snug in a sling in between us.
Hope is a much stronger word, now that you’re here with us, little one.