People who know me know that I'm a committed liberal in nearly every way. I dutifully tuned in to the first of the Presidential debates, which took place this past Wednesday.
I didn't expect that either candidate would say anything embarrassing or outright stupid. I was right. I didn't expect either candidate to say anything explosively wonderful. Again, I was right. In fact, while I didn't hear everything I expected to hear, I also didn't hear anything unexpected either.
I had already made up my mind to cast my vote for Obama in November 2012 just as I did in November of 2008. That hasn't changed, and is unlikely to change.
Leading up to the 2008 election, I was heavily pregnant and excited at the prospect of bringing my baby into an Obama-led United States. I cast my vote proudly at my local precinct, with one hand on my swollen stomach the way I imagined some good church ladies might lay their hands on their Bibles as they cast their votes for their chosen candidate. That night, I stayed up later than usual to watch the election results roll in to the news networks, and I had tears in my eyes as I watched Obama officially acknowledge his victory. I breathed a sigh of relief and watched as the monstrous Sarah Palin faded from all but the most radically conservative news headlines.
Less than 2 weeks after my son was born, Obama was inaugurated, and I watched the event live on CNN while Kaleb peacefully slept in my arms. Again, I had tears in my eyes, though by this time I had decided that it was because pregnancy had forever ruined my hormones, leaving me vulnerable to crying over nearly anything at nearly any time.






