Waiting for mama to come home to go vote.
On the way...
Bastian playing with an apple he found on the walk, underneath the polling booth.
Afterwards, we played at the Big Park. The day was gorgeous. As it's rained and snowed and sleeted every other election day we have lived here, we took it as a sign.
We stayed up late watching election results. The boys crashed out before the news called it. It has been rare that I have had the opportunity to feel proud of Americans. Having Barack Obama in the White House means that when we tell our children that anyone can be anything they strive to be, we can mean it.