Nothing that happened to me today matters. The sore throat, the class that I found out was cancelled AFTER I got up to Stockton, the flat tire I got ON the freeway, the cut on my finger from the steel of the tire that shredded and other things I am sure I have just blanked out.
What matters is we all made it home in one piece (thank God my husband was laying in Interstate 5 changing my flat tire and 5 CHP officers passed by and didn't see if we needed anything or offer any flares or anything, which I am buying tomorrow by the way) We made it home in one piece especially after the questionable dining experience we had. Charter Way, Stockton California need I say more for the locals?
No, what matters to me tonight as I lay my head on the pillow is I was able to sit with my sons and watch history be made. I have never felt more proud to be an American. It's been awhile since I have had this much hope. We can come together and make this country a better country for us and for our children. Yes we can.
I believe the best man to unite us and to encourage us as a country to roll up our sleeves and work toward what this country needs is heading to the White House.
I am happy to show my sons that we as a country that can talk the talk and walk the walk. When I tell my sons you can be anything you want to be never has there been more proof of that tonight. Yes you can.
I know there are lots of folks not happy tonight with how it all turned out. I don't know how my grandmother would have felt about this. I would like to think the she would see it as many of us do it is an example of what is possible in this country.
I hope that we can set aside our differences and do what is right and do what matters and what needs to be done.
I am proud of my country tonight. I am proud to say Obama is our 44th President and that is all that matters to me right now.
** Also my father had a procedure done at Stanford Med Center on Monday. He is doing wonderfully well. What a wonderful place with wonderful caring staff members. Thank you to my Uncle Tom for taking care of my mother and father and providing transportation. Thank you for everyone's prayers for my father's health this past few months. I think the old goat is going to be around a few more years. There are two boys that call him Papa, a cat he has named Stanford, a woman he calls Moose, a sister in law or two , some brothers in laws, a son in law and a daughter who are just fine with that outcome.
Now I am off to bed.