Although it was only my son and I watching the election returns at my house last night, between switching channels and the presence of facebook, we watched with a multitude of friends and all of the country.
Lots of nail-biting followed by an overwhelming relief (tears) and then joy.
The best part of the celebration came just moments after the election was called for the president, when we heard a ruckus outside, and I opened the door to a parade of adults and children marching down the sidewalk with a kitchen band: pots, pans, wooden spoons, and yelps of happiness.
Band #2, a few minutes later, was a group of seven or eight school-aged boys, one with a snare drum fastened to his waist, drumsticks rattling out their uncontainable glee.
Firecrackers, shimmers of sparks shooting high into the night sky.
Blessings to all on this sunny Wednesday.
This post makes me so happy.
ReplyDeleteOh, to have been on your street last night.
ReplyDeleteI felt like banging a drum, too! I'm relieved, grateful, in awe. I really thought it could go to Romney -- I mean, we elected Dubbya TWICE. DId the electorate suddenly wake up and smell the coffee?
ReplyDeletetearful relief and drum-banging joy. yes. those were the emotions exactly.
ReplyDeleteA lot of us were really happy in NZ too! Congratulations :-)
ReplyDeleteBig sighs of relief over our side of the pond too.
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