I remember going shopping for my mom for Mother’s Day one day long ago – my brother and I picked out a plaque which read “This is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life!” Of course, neither of us had the slightest clue what it meant but it sure sounded significant. Over the years, that phrase has stuck in my head. It just pops up every once in a while and I think about what it means. It has always sounded kind of silly and contrite to me, but last night it popped into my head again.
Today is the first day of the rest of our lives. Today, for the first time in a very long time, I can actually say I’m proud to be an American. Today al whole lot of Americans voiced their opinion on how they think conservatives have been running the country for the last eight years. All I can remember since first caring anything about politics is a sense of cynicism and hopelessness. Today I have hope. I woke up this morning feeling like a huge weight had been lifted.
Obama will certainly have his work cut out for him, especially with that new puppy running around the White House!
