Tonight I felt the most joy I have experienced in many days. It is wonderful to see our country take this incredible step in a brand new direction.
The problem, of course, is that I wished for every moment of Obama’s speech that Silas was in my arms all brand new listening to words I would tell him about many years down the road.
This is good, though. This is proof of good. We need this stunning beauty in our lives and it gives us hope that sadness can be beaten if we all try hard enough.
That’s what did it. People tried so damn hard for so many days in a row. Their effort was contagious and it swept us all into a whole new realm of possibility.
Elm City Dad 
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November 5, 2008 at 1:37 pm
kgk
I thought of you both last night… I thought “I bet they just might be happy right now…” and I know ‘happy’ might take on a new, relative meaning these days, but as I watched our nation take an historic turn , with my eyes full of tears of hope and happiness, several of them were for you, Lani and Silas. That you were happy, hopeful, peaceful for a little while last night. Here’s to hoping.
November 5, 2008 at 2:30 pm
inga
well said.
November 5, 2008 at 4:48 pm
mom
when lani told me she could go to sleep “happy”…it was the best thing i have heard in almost six weeks….we have to take our joy where we find it….and there is plenty of it out there so let the search begin!
November 5, 2008 at 6:24 pm
Julie
I’m just a lurker…but wanted to say I’m glad you had a moment of something resembling happy. There will be more to come, in other ways, on other days….just keep hanging on.
November 6, 2008 at 11:07 am
keira
in central square people poured out into the streets. bands playing at the middle east took their instruments outside. everyone just started dancing. the cops showed up, walked to the center of the crowd…and joined in. here’s to taking joyful moments where you can.
November 27, 2008 at 11:00 pm
Julie
Election day was so terribly difficult for me this year. While I’m celebrating a victory, I’m mourning my son. I didn’t expect it to feel like this–I should be dancing in the streets. Instead, I was numb. I was supposed to be watching all of this and rubbing my growing belly, knowing my little one would be born into a new world; not just for him, but for all of us.