I know, you can't take but one more!
I was particularly moved today though by an officemate. She's in her sixties and she was in tears this morning because she got to vote for a black man for president. It's not the reason she voted for him, but the fact that there was the opportunity was really moving for her. She has a way of telling stories that pulls you in to begin with--sometimes annoying when you really have to work to do-- but to hear her talk about the past and how things were during her college days, I was nearly in tears listening to her. It's not like I didn't know today was important, but I heard "if only my parents could see this day" many, many times from multiple people and for some reason it hit me even harder. And it made me impatient to vote after work.
I had to take The Boss with me--not my first choice, but I went prepared with bribes in case the line was long. I think I made it there just prior to the mad after work onslaught. As I pushed the buttons on the voting computer, she kept saying "dis one" and pointing to the boxes. In due time she'll have the chance to press those buttons herself, but this was my turn.
Plus, her predictions haven't really panned out.
I have a feeling it might be a monumental night and for once I'm not talking about uninterrupted sleep!