I have never cried tears of happiness over an election before. Today, I feel hopeful. Overwhelmed, overjoyed and this faint, flickering glimmer of hope I've held on to so, so desperately, for the last four years, had finally, finally come true.
I lean pretty far to the left (no way, really?). It's no surprise that Keith Olbermann is my guru, that I totally drank the Ted Kennedy/Bill Clinton kool-aid. But I have never, since the day I started paying attention to politics - dateline Belgium, August, 1979 (it involved marzipan, sweahtagawd) - been so thrilled, so absolutely over the moon, about the guy I helped nominate as president.
That Canadian Boy I Married is not into politics at all. He humours me, but he doesn't really care. I can't really blame him - he can't vote, since he's not yet a citizen, and he feels frustrated by that. But he knows I care and he spent a good 2 hours tonight, listening to me wax rhapsodic over Obama's nomination, wanting to know the ins and outs of the process and why I (and the pundits) thought Hillary was done. He hates Bush with the same fire of a thousand burning suns intensity that I do (which is good - I'd have to ship him back otherwise), but he's been an uncommitted observer of this election. I think it's helped solidify my views on Obama. I have been a huge fan ever since the 2004 Demcoratic National Convention and said, even back then, that if he ever ran, I'd vote for him in a heartbeat. TCBIM didn't quite get my fascination until now. I don't know that he's a total convert, but at least now, he gets it.
So, yeah. Maybe we can. And wouldn't that just be amazing?