My mom loved election day. She loved voting. She truly cared and felt her vote counted. Or that she wanted it to count. Had she still been alive for this election, I know she would have stood happily in those lines. Election day often fell on her birthday making it even more special.
Today is her birthday and I know she’s looking down and wishing us all luck as we embark, as a nation, on a new path. I wish I could have shared this week with her. But I voted with her in my heart and spirit.