I don't know that I have much to add to the joy that is abundant in 'blogland today. Yesterday was a moving, wonderful day and I am so happy that I was here to enjoy it. I am so thrilled that BabyBoy raced home to watch the swearing in and listen to President Obama's Inaugural Address. I am so proud of my country, my countrymen (and women) and so very proud (FINALLY!) of my President and First Lady.
As I lay in bed last night, wrapped in blankets, it hit me all over again that this is not a dream. This is our new reality. And I felt so relieved, like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. And I felt so safe, now that the hatemongers and warmongers are no longer in charge.
I know we aren't going to get back on track overnight. There is a part of me that is terrified that this country will never get back on track. That, like a runaway train, it is too late to stop us from hurling over a cliff.
But it is with a great sense of joy that I realize that, even if that does happen, I know that my President will do everything within his power to, at the very least, slow that train. And that, if the end should come, I will not be humiliated by my chosen leader.