In 2008, I spent election eve nervous and excited. Even if I didn't like Obama, he would be the best choice for a person in my situation, but I do like him. B and I have often said in the past four years that he should be a little less JFK and a little more LBJ, but I think he is a good man and a smart man, and those thing count for a lot with me.
The morning after the 2008 election I had a dentist appointment. I took the bus through Baltimore cursing my stupidity; why wasn't I home basking in the glow rather than hustling though the city. The bus was full of the usual suspects, people down on their luck, and those who probably never had any luck. But that day, the bus was also full of hope and joy and pride. When I got on, three men jumped up to offer me a seat, I think, just because their mood was buoyant. Baltimore gave Obama 87.5% of the vote in 2008. Looking around that bus, we all knew we had done it, we had done it together.
After that moment, I was struck by the sadness of the situation. Poor people who would always be poor and sick people who would always be sick. No one is coming to save Baltimore, and no one good and smart man can save that city. And people will carry on, but their lives will be hard. This is what our morning in America looks like.
Despite all that I'm proud to vote for a good, smart man, proud to vote for marriage equality, proud to live in this crazy, ridiculous, tough country. Thankful that my girl was born on this day two years ago, and that we are both healthy and whole. Four more years and many, many more!