When I woke up this morning....
the coffee tasted a little more roasty
the buses plowing past my house at 6am were a little quieter
the walk to the paper was more like a skip
the potty dance was more like a victory dance
and the cheerios underfoot were like confetti
I can finally say to my children
that I am proud to be an American (not just during the Olympics)
that we have a President who represents me and us and all
that this really is the start of something
hop, skip, jump, let's go....