What a magical, historical day.
January 20, 2009
I sat on the couch for nearly 75% of the day, playing play doh and watching the TV.

I just can't seem to get over the fact that they, the Obama's, seem so normal, so regular, so me. I have said it before, I like the way he speaks, the way he carries himself, the relationship it appears that he has with his daughters and his wife. He is a man's man but yet so grounded. Its like I want to be his neighbor or his cousin or his long lost college buddy.

I want to shake his hand. I want to say thank you and I am sorry at the same time.

Thank you for opening my eyes and making me believe that there is a way out of this mess. Thank you for giving me the light at the end of the tunnel, that cliche "beacon of hope". Thank you for speaking to me in terms that I understand and in concepts that I can grasp. I am not a political person by any stretch of the imagination, this is the first election I have ever even cared about, the first election I ever voted in.

I also want to say I am sorry to him. The weight of the world is literally on his shoulders, the stress that must have on him is enormous. I fear for his safety and that of his family. I am sorry that even though he asked for this, we seem to have put him in this position that he can fix it all and I believe he can, but what if he can't? He didn't put us in this mess but what if he can't fix it? stop it? correct it?

So many Americans look up to him at this point as the man that will make it all better, return us to the prosperous days of the past and fix the wrongs. One can only hope and pray that he can. That he continues on his journey with class and dignity and that he can convince others that change is needed, it is inevitable and the time has come for a new outlook... and new start....