The title of this post refers to a quote found in a letter from my dear friend Lindsey. A REAL letter. With a stamp. She’s good at those, better than me anyway.
Just for the record, Lindsey is a firm supporter of Obama and a very political gal, again…more than me. She actually went and met him this past year whilst he was touring the country and got to shake his hand. Of the experience she said:
It was a surreal moment. His hands are very soft. Not manly at all, though I suppose he is shaking, washing and moisturizing numerous times a day on the trail.
Yes. It was my favorite part of her letter. Haha. I thought it was a good tidbit to share in light of the Inauguration today.
To celebrate the event I started the day out with an ultrasound to check my gallbladder. All is clear on that front. Both both a relief and a frustration at the same time. Perhaps more on that later when I get over the sheer frustration that I won’t have a surgery and feel better…but rather might get to avoid cheese and whoppers and Chinese food and all the best food for the rest of my life.
After we got some doughnuts (and a bagel for me) from Dunkin Donuts (THANK GOODNESS FOR THE EAST COAST!) we got home and chilled with the fam for a bit. When the inauguration started we jumped back into our unmade bed (hardly ever happens, I swear) with our baby boy and settled in to watch. It felt really special sitting there, showing our baby boy how this country works, having him feel our anticipation at the changes taking place and the hope we have that a politician will one day have the ability to fulfill his or her promises. He won’t remember when we toke him to vote or the day the first black president was sworn into office. It’s amazing to think that my son will grow up in a more open-minded world. It’s a good feeling.
After the election it was time for dishes and laundry and scrubbing the bathroom and all the daily work to do be done around le house. I am also now re-employed at my old place of business, this time as a freelance web content writer. I’ve been struggling with the decision to try to find a job of my own, and finally remembered the opportunity back in Utah. I can work from home and hopefully help us over the hump a bit until John finds a job. Keep praying everyone, he has applied to so many places and more every day, and I know that we will get something good soon. Stupid economy.
That’s the report for now. New president, sleeping baby, clean gallbladder…I’d say it’s been a good day.
Which just happens to be her Christmas present to him. Galloping fun jumperoo! It’s on it’s way!
