Called…

I don’t like how things are called just from exit polls, but here we are. I knew it was going to happen, so I can only smile now.
We did it. We won. We’re getting our country back. I’ve missed it. My children get to grow up in a land where our highest office is run with dignity and respect. They get to grow up where a black man being President is history. I envy them for that. But my son can always say he cast my ballot for Barack Obama.

I want to just weep with joy.

But I can’t yet. I still wait on California. I still wait to know if so many friends of mine get to keep their equal rights…