The Day After

Yesterday was THE day. The day that our new President took office. Just remembering his stride down the hallway, the look he gave Michelle, the pride on her face - makes me want to cry, scream and jump for joy. Our President, Barak Obama, the first African American President of the free world has resuscitated a country that desperately needed hope, desperately needed a change. I am proud.

I wondered so many things as I watched our First Family. They inspire me. They are real. They appear to be perfect and at the same time I can still imagine them going through the normal things we all do...irritations, stress, so much to do, so little time. I wondered what they ate that morning. Did Michelle have a different outfit on and then decide to change? She nailed it in that green dress and coat. Timeless, effortless, simply divine. What did they say to each other as they were all ready and walked out the door?

I am inspired by this family, especially Michelle. Barak gives me hope...not just for our country, our economy, our environment, but hope in a Man. Boy did I need that hope! Today the journey begins. The balls are over. The millions have cleared. I'm committed, inspired, recharged and ready. I believe in our leader and pray for him and the challenges at hand.